Prani never thought about the weight her opinion carried, but it began to slowly make sense. She had padawans constantly make fun of her, but it could only ever hurt when it came from Shaw or anyone else she genuinely cared about. She began to put more effort into her appearance for him, wondering what he liked or didn’t like. Nevertheless, hearing him brush off what other girls said about him gave her far more relief than she would admit. Prani had her insecurities about girls she thought were far prettier, but the way Shaw felt made her feel like the only girl out there made her feel like a trillion credits.
She felt that familiar rush when he wrapped his arms around her waist, wanting that sensation over and over again. Prani gazed at him as he spoke, recalling back to when he called her beautiful. There was no denying that - he always made her feel beautiful and like she mattered. He made her feel valued even when they were just friends. However, as he began to talk about how he found her sexy, her eyes widened.
Her heart fluttered, a rapid rhythm that mirrored the tumult of emotions swirling in her. She felt exposed, vulnerable, empowered, weak, powerful, and everything else all at once. Beneath the flush of heated nervousness, she couldn’t help the thrill of being desired. He didn’t simply find her pretty, but someone he found appealing. Someone he wanted. Prani was new to all this, but she wasn’t oblivious to the rush of having the boy she liked feeling various ways about her.
When he started to talk about the dress, Prani buried her face into the back of Crumbs’ head, her face completely flustered, “Golly, Shaw,” She mumbled, though she emerged again with a shy smile. Prani’s brain was mush and she couldn’t even come up with something to say. She never had a boy tell her all these things, and she thought she was going to pass out.
By the time they reached the temple, Prani was still in her own head. Her mind was racing and she began to realize that their relationship was definitely shifting away from just friendship. They had made it official, but to actually experience that transition was something else entirely. Looking at him, feeling his touch, being close to him, all of it invoked entirely new emotions and desires and she couldn’t make sense of it all.
“Uh yeah! I’ll be waitin’ so don’t take too long,” Prani said, shaking herself out of her mental spiral. She leaned up for a kiss before they parted ways, even if it was for just a bit. Prani smirked at Shaw, “We got joint custody of Crumbs so he’s yours for now,” She said with a chuckle.
Once back in her room, Prani dove into her bed, screamed into a pillow, and kicked her legs in girlish excitement. She blasted the cheesiest romance songs and belted out the chorus using a shoe for a mic. She jumped around on her bed, almost falling off at one point. She practiced flirty lines in front of the mirror, complete with trying to perfect some eyebrow wiggling (spoiler - most of it looked demented so she opted not to use them). She adjusted her top to gauge how much chest was appropriate to reveal, dropping down to what she saw some of the other girls wear. She was mentally slapped by her parents, so she quickly moved the top up again. She paced around in circles, replaying every moment of their date over and over again. She lay down on the ground, daydreaming about the day. Intrusive thoughts began to cloud her mind and slowly drifted towards imagining Shaw in nothing but a towel around his hips and stepping out of the shower. She slapped herself on the face, bolting to sit up, “GOLLY, PRANI!” Prani screeched, mortified at herself. Checking the watch, she realized she was wasting too much time and quickly hopped into the shower (re: ice cold) herself.
By the time Shaw arrived again, she was her usual calm and collected self, not a single evidence of her earlier theatrics present. Prani smiled at him, dressed in a modest tank top and some comfortable sweatpants. Her hair was up in a messy bun, though nothing could tame the few errant strands that framed her face.
“Okay I get the feelin’ you watch way more scary movies than I do, so you wanna pick one?” Prani asked as she plopped down on the futon. It wasn’t much better than his, but her room was immaculate. There were several potted plants, the room smelled like essential oils and there were several rows of organizers for all her crafting materials.
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