Alpha Belt
Mortal Belt
Venura Residence
January 12, 2015
“Do you feel old?”
“I do, now that you
reminded me,” Aria complained. Miles laughed and dodged a comb thrown at him.
Aria huffed and turned back to the mirror, brushing her hair. “Seventeen…I’m a
year closer to being legal. It’s so weird.”
“You’re closer to being
arrested,” he offered. She made a face. “And a year closer to celebrating your
debut and dancing with those eighteen roses or whatever.”
“Gross.” Aria shook her
head and slid on her headband, “I don’t even know eighteen guys.”
“Your dad, two brothers
and your uncle.”
“That’s four.”
“And me.”
The short-haired girl
laughed and turned to Miles, a small grin on her face. “You’d really show up in
front of everyone and be my eighteenth rose?”
“Why the hell not?”
Miles jumped forward and took her hands, pretending to dance with her in the
middle of the bedroom. “I can dance. I’m a fairly decent dancer.”
“My Watcher is my
eighteenth rose. Seems nice,” Aria admitted. Miles let go of her hands and
watched as she went back to spray on her cologne, smiling slightly to himself. “But
really…I’m not sure if I even want a debut, you know. It’s like a lot of
hassle.”
“You won’t plan it.”
“I’ll invite people.”
Aria shuddered, “God. My
extroverted-introverted side is rejoicing and cowering at the thought of a lot
of people seeing me in a dress and make up and all. Even though it does seem
nice.”
The Forest Original
chuckled. “Take your time. You’re only seventeen.” He looked at her through the
mirror, his eyes meeting hers, “Enjoy this day first.”








