one: double-dutch disco

there was a definite thing (feeling aura warmth) about you. a sort of jazzed scent that wrapped everyone in, made them part of you.

we all stood around as if to bathe in it. we were under your control without even realizing it.

i thought you were weird.

your worn shoes were soft and pliable but they held the feet that belonged to you and held them well. the soft green of your coat (a pea-ish, mint-ish color, not unlike a dulled aqua or maybe i’m dreaming because i do often) did no wonders for you yet i couldn’t see you in anything else.

i needed to get closer. for all my funny laugh and ideas of doing big things i felt eclipsed by you and i needed that closeness to assure my disquieted fears.

(later, when i’d tell you this quietly, you’d laugh and say “Of course,” but i never understood what that meant.)

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a/n: so this is the rewrite! i changed most of the things in the first part that become out of character for her later on in the story, but stylistically there's still a jump. i'm working on it. enjoy!