Ah, the Spring Dance. One could already feel the spirit of the season in the air. Couples filled the dance floor... and Diederik wondered what the hell he was doing in the Demon High gym. He didn't even have a date.... It wasn't that he couldn't get one.... No, it was just that the only girl he would have said 'yes' to was a little preoccupied.
Just across the gym, Larissa stood quietly next to Zazan. She had finally convinced him to go to a dance with her... but he didn't know how to dance, and it didn't look like he was going to try to learn any time soon. Glancing around, Larissa caught the eye of Diederik, a good friends of hers. Smiling, she gave the werewolf a small wave, which he returned. The fairy then turned to see an anxious look on her boyfriend's face.
"Lar~" he whined, "Can we just go~?"
Larissa knew he didn't want to be there, and his pleas were hard to resist, but still....
"C'mon, Zazan," she urged in response, "Can't you just try to enjoy yourself? For me?"
His reply was delayed, but the artificial demon finally spoke; "Fine," he grumbled, "For you. But I'm not dancing."
With a sigh, Larissa's expression went back to neutral. Tonight sure was a waste of make-up.
Though Larissa had only locked eyes with him once, Diederik had taken any opportunity to look at her. She was so beautiful.... She was wearing a light blue dress. Blue wasn't her favorite color, but she wore it because it suited her--she had told him that once. The dress looked good on her, and--she was probably relieved to know--didn't draw unnecessary attention to her chest.
And, of course, Zazan was being gloomy and making Larissa sad. Diederik hated him. The werewolf was willing to bet that he knew more about Larissa after a few month than Zazan did after over a year. Zazan took Larissa for granted; whenever she thought about leaving him, he would get depressed, she would forget that they had nothing in common and no reason to be together, and then she'd change her mind. Zazan wasn't a boyfriend, he was a chore, a pet that got far more than he deserved.
Just across the gym, Larissa stood quietly next to Zazan. She had finally convinced him to go to a dance with her... but he didn't know how to dance, and it didn't look like he was going to try to learn any time soon. Glancing around, Larissa caught the eye of Diederik, a good friends of hers. Smiling, she gave the werewolf a small wave, which he returned. The fairy then turned to see an anxious look on her boyfriend's face.
"Lar~" he whined, "Can we just go~?"
Larissa knew he didn't want to be there, and his pleas were hard to resist, but still....
"C'mon, Zazan," she urged in response, "Can't you just try to enjoy yourself? For me?"
His reply was delayed, but the artificial demon finally spoke; "Fine," he grumbled, "For you. But I'm not dancing."
With a sigh, Larissa's expression went back to neutral. Tonight sure was a waste of make-up.
Though Larissa had only locked eyes with him once, Diederik had taken any opportunity to look at her. She was so beautiful.... She was wearing a light blue dress. Blue wasn't her favorite color, but she wore it because it suited her--she had told him that once. The dress looked good on her, and--she was probably relieved to know--didn't draw unnecessary attention to her chest.
And, of course, Zazan was being gloomy and making Larissa sad. Diederik hated him. The werewolf was willing to bet that he knew more about Larissa after a few month than Zazan did after over a year. Zazan took Larissa for granted; whenever she thought about leaving him, he would get depressed, she would forget that they had nothing in common and no reason to be together, and then she'd change her mind. Zazan wasn't a boyfriend, he was a chore, a pet that got far more than he deserved.
