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Teresa’s Halloween Costume || Night 2 - M A R I L Y N M O N R O E

Celeste was relaxing beside the pool. She was trying to clear her cluttered mind. It was vacation after all. So there she sat with a magazine and a bag of chips. She flipped through the pages trying to distract herself from the variety of thoughts that fluttered through her mind; what am I gonna do with my life, wonder if my dad thinks about me, how can I make this mermaid thing a reality, what if I am a mermaid and don’t know it? Are mermaids even real? Maybe that is why I like Tuna so much...

As Celeste’s mind wandered and turned over and over on itself. As she contemplated the chances that she could find a book on the origins of mermaids she realized someone was standing in front of her. Without a word she held out her bag of chips to them. “Want one?” She offered.

Arielle really didn’t want to be on this boat anymore. She had come back to her room from the ‘party’ up on deck and had nothing else to do but clean up her side of the room, which had somehow become a horrible mess in the days they had been there, while she cried so she didn't feel completely pathetic. She woke up the next morning and was counting down the days until the cruise ship made its way back and she could return to her normal life. She seriously considered breaking some part of herself so they’d have to dock somewhere and she could leave. 

She wanted to go home. Not Haven Hollow. Back to Boston. At least for a little. If it wasn’t for the fact her room was getting stuffy, she wouldn’t have taken her laptop up to the deck buck she felt like she was going to suffocate if she sat in her tiny cabin any longer. The brunette grabbed her laptop and walked up to find somewhere to sit, opening up her computer and pulling up a website to try and find a plane ticket home. She needed to see her family, or just get the fuck out of Haven for a while.

There was a moment of hesitation as the blonde closed the door to her suite, pausing and glancing briefly at her phone before tucking it into the side of her bathing suit. She had been uncertain about the whole idea of a cruise ever since the thing had first been announced, but it was a welcome distraction that the demon was all to happy to accept at the expense that she had the best that the boat would have to offer. From the moment that they had set sail Teresa had a want for nothing as the crew lived to appease the woman who wore her allure like a second skin. It never ceased to amaze how even if she wasn’t even trying, those around her always found their way to her eventually. Which was why it felt like a breath of fresh air whenever she’d received the text to meet one of the few people who was so easily able to see through the glamour that was wound into the very fabric of her being; Selene. The only reason why she was hesitating though, was because the girl had requested that the meet at the Ice Rink.

Pushing the thick black glasses up further on the bridge of her nose, Teresa found the nearest elevator and squinted through the tint of her glasses until she found the correct floor that the rink was on and pressed the button with a heavy sigh. Teresa didn’t like the cold. It was funny, because she acted like it didn’t bother her, but it really did. And even after changing several times, she still was unable to find something to wear that would help protect against the chill that she knew the rink would permeate. She had packed for sand and sun after all, having planned for quite a bit of sunbathing and sleeping, so she had been quite surprised whenever the smaller blonde had requested to meet in the one place that Teresa would never openly go.

The moment that the elevator came to a jolting stop, the doors opening wide to the sound of laughter and loud music, Teresa could feel the cold against her skin like a wave and shivered, casting side long glances out the doors before finally exiting; displeasure heavy upon her painted features. She was out of place. All around her were kids and parents alike and there she was in the middle of it all, sexually radiating like some dangerous predator. Yes, even with all of the stares that she collected as she made her way through the smaller crowds towards the rink itself, it was hard to feel comfortable when the majority of those staring at her were children.

“Come on, Selene.” The blonde whispered, her gaze weaving from person to person in attempt to find the girl. “Where are you?”

“Why don’t you go into the water miss?” The attendant asked Clarke with a smile. Clarke did not return the smile, because Clarke felt this person had some deep knowledge of the fact that Clarke did not enjoy the water. When she was a kid she would often have dreams involving being submerged and drowning. They were more accurately nightmares. 

“I am good here thanks so much.” She rolled her eyes as she folded her arms across her chest. Clarke was also unfortunately incredibly fair so getting a sunburn or some form of heat stroke would be inevitable for the redhead. Sure she wore a very modest bathing suit beneath her t-shirt and shorts. But she was not about to take off her clothes and parade around in her pasty white skin looking like a ghost. 

Clarke, was not a fan of cruises.