You weren’t sure what you expected. Everyone else was so beautiful, stunningly so, with their smooth cheeks and complex interactions, so friendly and talkative, skin in shades of gray and nudes. It was like this anywhere. Why would it be any different at a beauty pageant? What were you expecting?
You didn’t even try to attend the winner’s ceremony. You knew the last place would cut you more than anything – it was better to cry alone than in front of an audience.
“Callie?”
The voice broke your sobbing as you turned to it, hands still up to your face. Roxy approached slowly, still dressed in her fanciest garb from the contest.
“You should be at the ceremony, love,” you mutter.
She shrugged and sat beside you. It suddenly occurred to you that her beautiful face was twisted in worry. Her hand gently touched your swirled cheek.
“Nah, I figured it was totes better to be with you. Not like I was gonna get anything in with that Mayram around.” She said, smiling. “Besides, you look like you need a little cheering up. And that’s farrrrr more important than some dumbass beauty pageant.”
With that, she kissed you gently on the forehead, light brown against green. You closed your eyes, thinking of how lovely the combination of colors was. It was more important than one color or shape on it's own, you decided. Much more important than everything else at all.
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You weren’t sure what you expected. Everyone else was so beautiful, stunningly so, with their smooth cheeks and complex interactions, so friendly and talkative, skin in shades of gray and nudes. It was like this anywhere. Why would it be any different at a beauty pageant? What were you expecting?
You didn’t even try to attend the winner’s ceremony. You knew the last place would cut you more than anything – it was better to cry alone than in front of an audience.
“Callie?”
The voice broke your sobbing as you turned to it, hands still up to your face. Roxy approached slowly, still dressed in her fanciest garb from the contest.
“You should be at the ceremony, love,” you mutter.
She shrugged and sat beside you. It suddenly occurred to you that her beautiful face was twisted in worry. Her hand gently touched your swirled cheek.
“Nah, I figured it was totes better to be with you. Not like I was gonna get anything in with that Mayram around.” She said, smiling. “Besides, you look like you need a little cheering up. And that’s farrrrr more important than some dumbass beauty pageant.”
With that, she kissed you gently on the forehead, light brown against green. You closed your eyes, thinking of how lovely the combination of colors was. It was more important than one color or shape on it's own, you decided. Much more important than everything else at all.