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‘It’s a pool party, Bea.’ Jordan rolled his eyes and grinned. ‘Get with it! The water’s great though. If I hadn’t spotted a little drunk girl getting herself in trouble, I’d still be in there.’ The drink seemed to have done her good- he could barely see a hint of the shy, reserved Bea that he normally hung out with. Though over the past week she had opened up a little, she still normally stumbled over her words and struggled sometimes to talk. It seemed all it took was a few drops of booze and she was the life of the party.
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It hadn’t been long after the assembly that Jordan had met the elusive ‘Ms. Martin.’ Or more accurately Chanel had come to him, somehow already halfway through meticulously planning out every detail of the two’s outfits. She had caught him on the back foot, still in a post-assembly funk when she started firing off questions about his preferences, his measurements, his colours… he’d struggled to answer most of them. Capped off with what seemed more of a demand than an invitation to meet her at an expensive tailors that weekend, he had been a little bemused at what seemed to be her very extreme measures.

But looking at himself in the mirror the night of Homecoming, it seemed those extreme measures - and the hefty check - had been worth it. The suit fitted like no other he’d worn, and he had to admit- he looked fine. Damn fine. The black jacket and pants were a classic look, slightly offset by the addition of a brightly-coloured orange tie- his submission to Chanel’s ‘outfit coordination.’ He’d even managed to somewhat tame his wild mane with judicious application of gel and brush. Smiling at his reflection in a slightly egotistic way, Jordan ran a comb through his hair in a last minute touch up with one eye on the wall clock. He’d promised Chanel he’d pick her up at seven, and the minute hand was getting awfully close.

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Meanwhile, Chanel had just finished putting the final touches on her own homecoming ensemble. As the young woman took a quick peek at herself in the mirror, she couldn’t help but think back on the many hours she’d spent just a few days before, tirelessly working at her sewing machine; finally being able to take in the final product made her crack a satisfied smile. Although the dress itself was fairly basic, the accessories and subtle, bright orange designs that Chanel had embroidered along the sleeves made it look like something you could definitely see hanging on a clothing rack in a high-end shopping outlet. Chanel took great pride in her fashion sense, something that could easily be noticed within five minutes of talking to her, so it surely made sense that she'd want the man who'd be accompanying her to the homecoming dance to match her fly. The young woman chuckled to herself as she thought back to when she finally got ahold of the mysterious ‘Mr. Henderson,’ but wiped the grin off her face when her door suddenly burst open.

“Could’ve sworn I’ve told you and Unc multiple times to knock before coming into my room,” Chanel said as she turned to face her older brother, “I could’ve been walking around in my wig cap or something, Dre.”

“Nothing I haven’t seen before, loser,” the older boy said with a smirk as he strolled inside, “Besides, Uncle J told me to come get you. Your little date just pulled into the driveway and he wants me to take pictures of you two before you leave.” As soon as those few words came out of Andre’s mouth, Chanel couldn’t help but groan and roll her eyes. Sure, Chanel loved taking pictures, especially when she knew that she looked good, but she didn’t want to stay at the house longer than they really needed to; knowing the overprotective nature of both her brother and uncle, Chanel didn’t want them to be too much of an embarrassment.

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The door was pulled open within a second of Jordan’s knock- the tall black boy on the other side must have been waiting for him. He looked college age. Probably an older brother. Sticking his hands in his suit pockets, he plastered a lazy smile on his face to match the other boys. “Hey, I’m Jordan. Is Chanel in?”

“Of course she is,” Andre said, a wide grin plastered on his face as he placed a heavy hand on the young boy’s shoulder, nearly dragging him through the front door. “She'll be coming down soon; she'd mentioned something about fixing her makeup while I was up there. I told her that you were here, but you know how some girls can be... Chanel, especially.” As the older boy spoke, he kept a firm grip on Jordan's shoulder, leading him towards the bottom of the staircase to wait for Chanel to descend. “But that gives me a little time to get to know a bit about the guy who'll be taking my sister out... maybe even go over a few rules, right, fella?”

Jordan raised an eyebrow at her brother, tilting his head slightly towards the implied challenge in the other boy’s hefty hand. Plus, he didn’t get his clothes ironed very often and their grip was totally ruining his jacket’s creases. “Hey now, a look is free but touching costs extra,” he said, before checking his wrist for an imaginary watch and making an exaggerated grimace. “Ooh, that is a shame. I’d absolutely hate to be late. Might just have to skip those rules and run off with her eyelashes half-on, eh?”

“Absolutely not,” Chanel suddenly interjected as she made her way down the stairs, holding the bottom of her dress and taking quick, careful steps so she wouldn't fall down. Once she reached the bottom of the staircase, she hastily motioned for her brother to begin taking the photos her uncle wanted; the boy hesitantly removed his hand from Jordan's shoulder before grabbing the Canon camera that dangled from the strap on his shoulder. “Don't let him intimidate you, Jordan. It's all just a front.”

Jordan turned away from Andre to focus on his date, sidelining the boy as the main attraction approached. “You look amazing,” he said, flashing a grin. He’d gotten a vague idea of the dress from when she’d been organising and coordinating earlier, but it was a different experience in- and on- the flesh. “Did you make that yourself?” he asked, nodding at the flash get-up.

“Why, of course I did,” Chanel said with a wide grin as she did a quick twirl, “It took me forever to get the stitching just right, but the final product made it all worth it, don’t you think?” But before she could say more, Chanel caught a quick glimpse of her brother’s exasperated expression and decided to save that conversation for a later date. Instead she intertwined her arm with Jordan's and let her usual, goofy grin bow wide across her mouth. As soon as her older brother took a couple of pictures of the two with his camera, she went speeding out of the front door with Jordan in tow.

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