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"Oh, that makes sense," I said, rembering the comnt that had offended so much. "Anyway, I’m going to explore the house," I added, pointing at the pink one and rushing toward it.
Suddenly, we were so upbeat. In the back of my head, I knew sothing wasn’t right about our behavior, but that thought kept slipping away the more I breathed in the fresh, flowery air.
"Do you want to co?" Haiden asked, offering to stay with to make sure it was safe.
"No, I can take care of myself, neighbor," I shrugged, then rushed to the door.
It opened easily. I stepped inside. It was a one-floor house with a single bedroom, a beautiful, aesthetic kitchen, and a bathroom with a tub. But the bed, it was so cozy, so big, bigger than any king-sized bed I’d ever seen, and covered in flower petals. I jumped onto it, bouncing up and down. It was soft, bouncy, and almost cloudy.
Then my eyes landed on the door. What I saw froze . The two gnos I thought were just statues walked in, smiling ear to ear.
"Welco to our garden. We will be your hosts for the rest of your life, and we’ll make sure you live happily ever after here." As soon as they said that, I scread.
"Hey, hey, calm down. I’m Toby, and this is Tilly," the little gno with a white beard and pink hat said, raising his tiny hands as he introduced the woman beside him.
"How are you speaking?" I stamred.
"Well, that’s quite rude. We are creatures just like the rest of the ones in the world," Tilly pouted. She had pink, squishy cheeks and wore a pink scarf, just like the house I was in.
"Are you dangerous?" I asked, strangely feeling comfort in their presence.
"Of course not. We are creatures of love and romance. Here, you will feel different, much happier. This place is full of happiness. We help grieving souls feel better and express their hidden feelings," Toby explained, winking at .
I didn’t know how to respond. It felt odd. "Oh, I’ve never heard of a gno talking. I’m sorry for screaming at you," I mumbled, feeling like so princess from a fairy tale, talking to gnos. What’s next, I’ll be talking to a bird?
"It’s all right. It happens. We don’t judge anyone. In fact, we don’t judge anyone here at all. We are just happy people," Tilly said.
"Are there more of you?" I asked.
She instantly nodded. "Your friends, they will find out. They have their own gnos. Every house has gnos, and they take care of their guests."
There was sothing about their presence. They seed so cute and kind, and the things they said sounded perfect. Who wouldn’t want to be happy? But in the back of my mind, I felt a push, like soone whispering for to wake up, open my eyes, and get the fuck out. Yet every ti I thought too hard, the gnos distracted .
"So, who are these n?" Tilly asked as Toby helped her onto the bed, since they were too small to climb up themselves. She lay on her stomach, reaching out to pull him up beside her.
"They’re my squad mates," I uttered, crawling back into the bed so I could rest against the headboard with my arms wrapped around my legs.
"No, they’re not. They’re more than just that," Tilly giggled.
"Actually, you’re right. They are my mates. Not all of them, though. Just two," I admitted. I didn’t know why I was oversharing with them.
"Really? Which two?" Tilly asked.
"Haiden and Yorick," I mumbled.
They both nodded. "Well, we did see them look at you weirdly, like with so much emotion. It was so cute," she said, hyping up.
"I don’t know. I never thought about them like that." I began to nervously look around.
"Really? Then you should," she insisted, making stare into the distance. Was she right? Should I think about them? I didn’t know. Maybe I just wasn’t ready to risk it all, the friendship and everything.
For so reason, I kept talking. "I an, I don’t even know if they think the sa about ."
"You don’t have to think about all that. You just need to go for it," Toby advised.
I nodded, agreeing with him. They weren’t wrong. I guess I just needed to take a step.
"And what are you wearing? These are such ugly clothes," Tilly frowned at . I was in baggy pants and a loose sweater.
"Yeah, they need to go," Toby agreed.
I pushed harder to listen to the voice in my head. "Actually, these are the clothes I feel comfortable in. It’s not just that I’m a teenager anymore. I’m also a crusader." I said it more for myself than for them.
"You don’t have to be. From now on, you’re just a teenager who will live her best life. She will do whatever she wants. The good thing about this place is you do whatever you think. You don’t hold back. You don’t have to be afraid," Tilly told , staring into my eyes.
"You’re right. I’m not a crusader. I’m just a teenager. I’ll do whatever I feel like. Show the dresses," I said, jumping off the bed.
"That’s a good girl. Co on, carry us," Tilly requested, her arms in the air as she asked to carry her, and I picked them both up in my hands.
Following their directions, I ended up in a dressing room. The dresses were beautiful, more like ones from old tis. One was pink and white, with intricate designs and little pearls stitched along the hem. I slipped it on quickly and stared at myself. My waist looked slim, my breasts defined, my hips wide so the dress flowed perfectly.
"They will want to tear this dress off the minute they see you," Tilly giggled, making my cheeks turn red from blushing.
"You better seduce them before soone else cos here and steals them from you," Toby whispered in a way that goosebumps covered my body.
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