THE FIELD, BALL PARTY
BALLROOM
TRENT'S POV
She stared intently at me, her arms still around my neck, even as the song ended.
"Snowflake?"
Her words slurred a bit, all fingers pointing to the alcohol she had somehow ingested. His mind wondered how she could have gotten her hands on it. Silver grey hair braided and pinned to her scalp, the loose strands brushing her face and neck, a slight flush covered by the lighting as her crystal blues started back at Trent.
Delicate and undeniably beautiful, like a snowflake.
"You are not sober"
Trent stated the obvious to her surprise. At least that is the name given to her wide-eyed expression.
"Drunk? I am not drunk. I haven't drunk anything today… Okay, that's a lie. I did drink something"
She tilted her head sideways animatedly in thought, Trent coughed out a laugh at her tell.
"But you left it on the table. *gasp* you! It was yours"
…that explains a lot.
"Next time, you won't take things that belong to anyone"
"But, but, you aren't just anyone. You are my friend, Trenty"
He cringed at the nickname she made for him. He doesn't know whether he hates or likes her this way. The word "friend" left a bad taste in his mouth for some reason. They were friends but why does that word dampen his mood so much? Shaking away those thoughts, getting Elise sober was the main plan at the moment.
"Let's get you hydrated"
His hands linked with hers, pushing down the sparks, he led her to the refreshments table. He wanted to hold her hands for longer but He had to take care of her first. Handing her a bottle of water,
"Water! Hey, that's my ability. Let me show you a cool trick"
"Elise, wait. I need you to drink–"
Before he could stop her, she had frozen the water solid.
"Ta-da", she announces enthusiastically, looking at Trent for a response.
He sighed at her, taking the frozen bottle from her and warming it up. Drunk Elise might be a bit too much.
"Hey! No fair"
"Elise, drink it. All of it", he sternly commands, which she grudgingly complies with. Rolling his eyes, Trent acted like he didn't hear her mocking voice saying "...AlL oF iT…" this little…
"Can we go somewhere quiet?"
He nodded in response and walked her out of the hall.
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SWIMMING POOL AREA
Trent found himself staring at the back view of the petite girl, as she skilled along the poolside. Totally tranced by the beautiful picturesque blue blending with the white of her dress, he found his heart beating a bit faster.
Pulling off her heels, he watched as she placed a foot on the surface of the water totally freezing the entire pool. Her small feet threaded gracefully across the ice, Trent couldn't hide the small smile on his face.
Her voice calling his name snaps him out of his gaze, hand stretched out to his direction, beckoning him over.
"Elise, be careful"
Trent slowly makes his way to the carefree girl, taking off his shoes to join her on the ice. Just then, she slips and almost falls, he catches her just in time. Her hands shot up to his shoulder to steady herself. Her waist, small and delicate in my arms tensed at contact but relaxed after a while.
Stupid, I warned you.
Catching him off guard, Elise pecks him quickly on the lips and smiles. His eyes immediately went still, his heart hammering away in his chest.
"You always catch me when I fall. Promise to always catch me?"
Her crystal blue eyes shone with glee and warmness.
"I won't see let you go, Eli" And that is a promise.
Her hands caught up to push his hair away from his eyes. Her eyes fixated on the action she was doing, she remarked,
"You are handsome. You make me feel things… funny things. How could white look so pretty on a person?"
The compliment made Trent silly with pleasure. Just those words from the petite girl in his arms were able to illuminate his day. The softness of her fingers that skimmed his forehead sent tingles in their wake. He wished she had let her own hair down so that he could fulfil his desire of running his fingers through them. His hands slid down to stroke the lace material on her sleeves,
"It looks beautiful on you, snowflake"
Halting in her grazing, she darted up at him with scrunched eyebrows,
"Meanie, it's not a snowflake. See my Iceland", gesturing to the area of ice beneath them.
Trent laughed at her misinterpretation, knowing better than to argue with her in this state, "Okay, Ice princess"
Contemplating the difference between both, she accepts the nickname. Slipping her arms around his waist, she purrs up to him doe-eyed,
"Good. Now, kiss me again. I'm cold"
He leans down and kisses her slowly, fulfilling her request.
Snowflake, you will be the end of me.
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FEMALE DORM, 5TH FLOOR
ROOM G5AB
MAX AND ELISE'S ROOM
Her light body rested in Trent's arms as he carried a sleepy Elise princess-style to her dorm. Her frame fitted perfectly in his arms. His growing interest in her makes him want to stake his claim on her but he needs to keep himself in check.
He stared at the sleeping girl before carefully placing her into her bed. His first entrance into the empty room and he could already tell whose space was for who. The stacked books gave it away at first glance, Max. Speaking of which, where was she?
"Don't go"
Her hand groggily held unto the body of his shirt, preventing him from getting up. Resigned to answer her plea, he tucks in beside her, hanging his coat and jacket over her bedside table. She snuggles closer to him, head on his chest.
His hand softly pat her back to sleep, the other brushing off stray hair from her face. He hesitates before placing a kiss on the side of her forehead.
She mumbles incoherently,
"Mean Trent"
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Heyo Guys,
How have we been btw?
It's a double release. This is an apology for being away for far too long.
Writing in Trent's POV was a bit easier than I thought. I enjoyed it. I am a sucker for romance if you can't tell already. The next chapters to be expected will be NSFW for two or three couples, depending on how I feel.
Stay hydrated and healthy guys.
"I don't understand but I love you - Seventeen"