Kiss Me Cupid!

Cupid Hearts

    That's a promise. That's a promise. That's a promise. That's a promise. Cupid replayed her own words in her head. What the fuck had she just gotten herself into? Things were not going the way she had planned.

    Hadeon should be the one falling into her trap, but now it felt like she was falling into his. Where did she go wrong? Cupid did everything right. Looked sincere, check, acted sincere, check, gave a heart felt -secretly fake- apology,  another check.

    Cupid even wore her Alia heels, and one does not scheme like they do in Jimmy Choos.

    Cupid took a deep breath. Relax. It's only natural for him to be hesitant. He'll be mine in no time.

    She just has to prove to him that she's worthy of his friendship. That's a promise. On second thought, maybe some promises weren't meant to be kept.

    Parisa quickly entered their shared dorm and slammed the door shut. With her back against the door, Parisa breathed heavily like she had just ran a marathon.

    "Hey, you good?" Cupid asked. As she got up from the couch, she got a better view of her friends disheveled appearance.

    The usual blonde hair that was always done neatly looked like Parisa raked her hands through its several times. Her cheeks looked flushed and she had a strange glow to her.

    "Parisa?"

    The blonde snapped out of her trance like state she was in, blinking repeatedly before acknowledging Cupid. "Yeah, yeah. I'm cool. I'm fine. I'm great. Just need to....go shower really quickly." 

     Parisa ran to the restroom and the sound of the locks click filled the new silence in the room. What the hell was that about?

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    "Goodmorning!" Cupid held out the glass pan of fresh strawberry cheesecake towards Hadeon, who was standing by the front entrance of the school. Like he always was.

    She had to take a leap of faith and hope Hadeon even liked cheesecake. As Tiana from 'The Princess and The Frog' said, "the quickest way to a man's heart, is through his stomach". Who didn't like fresh sweets baked for them? It's the perfect friendly approach.

    Hadeon eyed the cake before chuckling. "My favorite, how did you know?"

    Favorite, really? Fucking score!

    "I have my ways." Cupid handed him the cake. "Friends make eachother things." She laid on the most sweet smile she could muster.

    Hadeon hummed as if he agreed with her. His tongue stuck out to wet his chapped lips. The bitter cold January air didn't help him.

    Cupid stared at the red small bloody crack in the middle of his plump lower lip. She found herself licking her own lips as well, they were no where near dry.

    Taking out her lip balm from her coat pocket, Cupid handed it to Hadeon who, again, eyed it for a second.

    "You want me to use this?"

    "Yes." Cupid confirmed. "Friends share things, no?"

    Hadeon smiled before handing back the cheesecake for Cupid to hold. "This won't make my lips crazy pink or anything, right?"

    She shook her head. Though that might be a good idea next time. Let him walk around with big pink lips like a fool.

    Watching Hadeon felt oddly like like watching a slow-no scene of a handsome actor on a windy beach. She found him strangely hot at this very moment, and Cupid didn't have a fucking clue as of why.