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Jalice Week 2020 Day 2

TFW someone recognises you and you have no clue who they are but you try and keep up conversation to be polite but you’re ~~soulmates~~

Bella, Alice and Angela sit in a triangle shape in Angela’s room, with the mirror on the floor in front of them.

Bella blows out a slow sigh, as Alice murmurs what she was reading from her print-out, “I have a bad feeling about this ….” the girl mumbles.

“Is it because we’re using a spell we found on the internet to find true love?” Angela asks her kindly, “Or is it because the mirror is glass and it’s on the floor?”

Bella twists her palm with a grimace. “Bit of both,” she admits, shooting Alice a look when she absently laughs at her, “look – it involves blood and you know I get squeamish ….”

Alice flaps a hand at her impatiently, nodding and whipping the paper over her shoulder, “Look – you should be happy for me,” Alice points out sternly, “I’m trying to put myself out there again!”

Bella clicks her tongue. “Then use Hinge!” she snaps back, “Don’t do a spell from some white woman’s blog who still thinks about the Hex Girls from Scooby-Doo!” she shoots back. Angela, a Pastor’s daughter that converted to Wicca after arriving in college, presses a hand to her own substantial chest and blinks with wide-eyes, obviously struggling not to be offended.

Alice sticks her tongue out at her freshman roommate. “You’re some white girl,” she mutters back, leaning over the mirror and giving her mascara a quick check.

“Oh,” Bella raises both hands up as though asking for mercy, “so we’re throwing around hurtful words to be hurtful, okay.” Alice laughs at her as Bella rolls her eyes.

Angela, the only white girl in the room, smiles gently and taps her black fingernails in a little rhythm against Bella’s shoulder. The touch makes Bella’s ears go red and Alice grins toothily at her. “Hey – let’s start, okay?” she prompted gently, and Alice nods graciously, raising her eyebrows as Bella consciously rearranges her flannel shirt as Angela puts her own hands back in her lap. Everything about Angela was pleasant – from her black and white face makeup and her carefully fluffed out tulle skirts to her huge pillowy breasts that Alice had sobbed into wine-drunk on many occasions.

Angela reaches over and slides the paper Alice tossed to herself, and begins reading it out. “So – Japanese lore states the red string of fate is connected to your soulmate and it’s tied around your pinky,” she explains, scanning the words.

Bella shrugs, “Yeah, we all watched anime back in highschool … and yesterday,” the slightly abashed blerd mutters absently. Alice huffed a short laugh – she was Chinese but even she had been plagued by weeaboos who didn’t care or understand the difference in the suburbs of Biloxi.

But Angela blinks, looking shocked, “O-oh, really?” she asks, glancing between the two of them, “I didn’t – wow, you must be really cultured,” she stammers to Bella, who snorts at the quip and trades a flat look with Alice. Bella sure brought ‘culture’ to their freshie dorm with her Tsunade body pillow and wall-scrolls. Though she at least had the courtesy of being mildly mortified when Alice had shown up to claim the other bunk.

Angela’s faint smile disappears and she ducks her head down to read in silence. The change in her posture is pretty clear and both Bella and Alice realise they had made her feel bad. Bella’s next look at Alice was one of wide-eyed incredulous. They had both assumed the goth girl had been sarcastic.

Alice leans closer to Bella, barely breathing out the words; “Bella, the goth Gee-Eff of your dreams grew up a normie.”

Bella nods, her eyes still wide and visibly shrugs a little helplessly. Alice has to suck her lips behind her teeth to keep from bursting into laughter, knowing it would just make Angela feel worse.

“You dirty weeb!” she declares, smacking Bella on the arm theatrically, “not everyone was a loser-nerd in highschool!” she adds, nodding quickly before Angela glances back up at them as Bella rubs her shoulders cluelessly.

Bella’s eyes return to their normal shape as she also nods, still looking lost, “u-uh, right, Angela, sorry, yeah, I was just at home being horrendously online and dodging viruses from Crunchyroll,” she stammers.

Angela blinks, before she smiles pleasantly again, “oh, I don’t think being the Church youth leader was any better,” she whispers back with a wink.

Alice claps her hands as Bella was liable to fall into a smitten silence at any moment. “Back to me, please!” she calls out, “me and my stagnant love-life!”

Angela nods quickly and holds out her hands. “Okay – it says we put a drop of Alice’s blood on the mirror and the face of her soulmate will be revealed,” she reiterates. Alice nods and pets her Grandmother’s sewing kit, where any of the needles in the felt tomato were waiting for her.

Bella leans over towards Angela and whispers loudly, “If it’s a Chipotle burrito, I think we should ignore the homophobia and go get lunch.” Bella beams proudly as Angela giggles and Alice gives her the finger.

“My soulmate is not gonna be a burrito!” Alice snaps, “He’s gonna be a tall, bisexual alien, or I’m gonna get a refund!”

“Yeah!” Angela says confidently, blindly supportive – unlike Bella, who mutters ‘alien?’ like the word was a fly that flew too close to her face.

So Alice was in a terrible mood as she pulls out a needle and sticks it into her finger immediately, not giving Bella any warning.

Bella shouts out in horror and blindly starts to crawl away. Angela, shushing her sympathetically, ends up ushering Bella closer to her. In her panic Bella throws her shoulders over Angela’s thigh and promptly climbs into her lap.

Alice pulls the needle out, not fussed as she sticks herself sewing all the time, squeezing her pinky until the blood wells up. Bella whimpers, her hands over her eyes as Angela coos and rubs her back.

Alice dabs her finger on the mirror and grabs a tissue from Angela’s desk to scrunch into her fist.

“Done!”

Bella sighs loudly and theatrically, slumping forward slightly. Angela laughs at her display gently and Bella jolts, as though just realising where she was.

“Jeez – I’m sorry!” she exclaims, her cheeks and neck bright red as she scrambles away from Angela.

“It’s okay – that’s what my extra padding is for!” Angela says, laughing a little harder, enough to make her belly and chest jiggle a bit. Alice rolls her eyes as Bella gallantly whips her head to the side to avoid staring.

“Soul! Mate! Soul! Mate!” Alice chants, punching the air between each word.

Angela nods and leans over the mirror. Bella, still trying to avert her gaze from Angela’s massive rack, gingerly peers over as well. Alice sticks her head between theirs and scowls.

“What the fuck?” she scowls. The mirror did not show their eager faces – it showed a man talking to someone, his mouth moved and no sound came out, though.

Angela gasps softly. “… Oh my god, it worked,” she breathes out, looking amazed.

Bella was also less than impressed, gesturing to the mirror. “Who the fuck is that?” she asks, as Alice throws up her hands, just as lost as she was, “How are you supposed to find him?” she asks again and Alice just starts shaking her head, having already had the same thoughts.

Annoyed, Bella gestures at Alice’s hand, still clutching the tissue. “Show me your hand –,” Alice opens it, but Bella sees the dries red spots of blood and shudders, starting to crawl again, “oh god, don’t show me, don’t show me!” She shrieks, making Alice shrug in growing annoyance.

“Quit wiggling around!” Alice snaps back at her.

“You guys – it actually worked!” Angela exclaims, looking at them both with complete excitement.

“Yeah, Alice is a freak,” Bella replies, settling back down closer to Angela and further away from Alice’s bloody tissue. “She used to leave a peeled orange out ‘for ghosts to eat’” Bella wiggles her fingers in a mock-quote as Alice shrugs, “and every morning it was missing a segment. I thought she was just eating them and she said she wasn’t, so one night I filmed it on my phone and the slices were actually straight-up disappearing.” Bella nods sagely as Angela goggles at her. “My nana always hated ‘conjures’, she was a Baptist,” Bella adds, “she also hated gays too, so ….”

Angela looks vaguely concerned, as though that was the closest to suspicion her sweet nature allowed. Alice goes on to explain, “My maternal family had the gift, but my dad’s family grew up super communist so they really hushed it up.”

Bella and Alice were completely calm in the face of this information, so Angela seemed to want to join them, nodding slowly. “… This is incredible,” she says leadingly, waving to the mirror and looking at them both as though hoping they would agree.

Alice crosses her arms and frowns, “No it isn’t – look!” She pointed down to the glass huffily, “I don’t know who this guy is!” She brandishes her stuck finger at them, “There’s no string!”

Bella bats at her hand and the drop of dried blood, “Maybe it only works on Japanese people,” she says thoughtfully.

Alice rolls her eyes. “Oh really, did Naruto tell you that!?”

“No,” Bella says primly, “he’s never said that – okay,” suddenly, she holds out both of her hands and pats the air slowly, “I think we’re just getting hangry at each other.”

Alice sighs once, looking at the ceiling. Just her luck the one spell she tries was a bust. She nods slowly, accepting defeat. “Yeah, now I want a burrito,” she agrees and glances at the still-gobsmacked goth girl, “Angela, could you drive us, is that okay?” she asks her slowly, hoping the shock wouldn’t impede her steering abilities. Angela’s father paid for her parking spot in the building because he didn’t know she was a witch yet.

Angela, not one to cause a fuss, nods hurriedly, “U-um, yeah!” she nods absently, seemingly too nice to try and make a big deal out of the situation. She also seemed to realise Alice and Bella were a little fed-up at the moment. “Sure ….”

At the burger joint just outside of campus; Angela, Bella and Alice were sitting directly under the air-conditioner in the food court. It was a hot day and Angela’s all-black aesthetic was making her a little sweaty.

Angela petted her forehead consciously with a napkin, “I’m so silly,” she mutters, smiling thinly.

“Love the dedication to your look, babe,” Alice tells her with complete honesty. Alice frequently went through a Barbie phase in all-pink outfits. Showing up to a freshie mixer with her weeb of a roommate in her homemade Elle Woods-inspired outfit was the reason Angela had even come up to them in the first place. Bella would just be a lonely butch diddling her clit to cartoon characters if it weren’t for Alice. Now she diddled to emo cartoon characters and work-shopped casual texts to hang out with Angela for days at a time. This particular venture took three-days of Bella’s nail-biting before Alice just set it up herself. Really – Alice was instrumental in so many love-lives, outside of her own.

She chews her fries with growing resentment. “We should have a no-dating pact until I break my dry-spell,” Alice declares. Angela nods quickly, while Bella spits the word ‘No’ out from around her burger. Alice absently calls her a bitch and glances around the cafeteria, bored and listless.

Then she jumps up from her stool so fast it clatters to the floor behind her.

“Ohmigod look!” she declares and points straight at the man walking past their table. On the hand she pointed with, a red string was tied to her last finger.

Easily hearing her near-scream, with Alice’s finger incredibly close to his face, the man freezes and points to himself, staring at her. The red string hung loosely between their gesturing hands, swaying slightly.

Angela’s mouth drops open and a tomato slice plops unimpeded from Bella’s burger onto the table. The man from the mirror glances between the three of them with wide-eyes, obviously waiting for someone to speak.

Alice beams. “I’ve been waiting for you!” she tells him excitedly.

Immediately, the man relaxes, grins and walks over to Alice’s side. Angela ducks her head as the red string swings over her when he slides past her.

“I’m sorry honey,” he begins with a placating tone, leaning over and giving her a warm one-armed hug. Alice accepts the hug gladly, wrapping her arms around his neck, as Angela grabs Bella’s shirt and doesn’t let go.

“This is a really fun prank on me, Bella, how did you set it up?” Angela asks her eagerly. At the exact same time that Bella asks; “What the fuck was happening right now?” They stare at each other cluelessly for a moment, before staring back at Alice.

Alice was enjoying the hug, rubbing his back as they politely swayed side-to-side vaguely, before finally letting go. “How have you been?” he asks her, looking glad to see her.

Alice nods, “I’ve been good – yourself?”

“Just fine, just grabbin’ lunch,” he replies, thumbing towards the burger place they’d ordered from. The red string was tied to his pinky but he doesn’t seem aware of it, or was at least too polite to point it out. He taps his own forehead with his finger and draws it away, shaking his head, “I totally forgot we were meetin’ up, darlin’, I’m so sorry,” he says again.

Alice waves a hand, shaking her own head quickly, “No, it’s okay, don’t worry about it – we didn’t have plans,” she’s all too happy to assure him.

He laughs lightly, “Right, right, where’s my head,” he crosses his arms and sighs slightly ruefully, “What’s been up with you since we last saw each other?”

Alice giggles and pets his arms, “No, we’ve never met before,” she tells him easily.

The man’s smile falters, and he raises his eyebrows and stares at her. He looks at Angela and Bella, and then back at Alice. “What?”

“What?” Alice asks him mildly in return. He seems to have nothing else to say and Alice is quick to haul her stool back upright and pet the one next to her, “sit down, sit down!” she ushers him, “we have so much to catch up on!”

“Okay,” looking bewildered, the man does as he’s told, sitting on the stool next to Alice as she takes her own seat.

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