Little Einsteins - Teens

"Little Einsteins - Teens"  Copyright (c) 2010 by Nighthawk 81, in both this nom de plume and my real name.  All rights reserved.  The five characters of "Little Einsteins" are the property of their copyright owner(s), and I make no claim to ownership thereof.

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Leo was just knotting the shining snow-white silk around his throat when there was a knock on the door, immediately followed by a young black man in a deep golden-yellow ruffled shirt, dark green cuffed pants with a satin stripe down the sides, a narrow bow-tie the same color as his pants, mirror-polished black oxfords, and carrying the jacket that matched his slacks.  "Hey, Leo.  Nice ascot."

"Thanks, Q.  That's a very sharp color combination you've chosen."  Leo shrugs into his Tuxedo jacket and looks in the mirror at the overall effect.  Pearl-gray Tuxedo with shawl lapels, a pleated shirt the color of pigeon-blood rubies, and black ankle-high boots as brightly polished as his friend's.  He adjusted his cuff links, shaped like a certain four-seater rocket ship, straightened the lapel pin on his left lapel so that the hand waving the baton was pointed properly, picked up the corsage box, and looked at his friend and partner.  "Shall we get moving?"

"Just a sec, Leo.  Let me finish getting dressed here."  He slipped on his jacket while walking to the same mirror that Leo just used.  He shot his cuffs, straightened his cuff links – which were shaped just like Leo's – touched his own lapel pin, and smiled as he remembered who gave him the tied eighth-and-sixteenth-note jewelry.  He reached to the table beside the mirror and picked up the other corsage box.  "Okay.  Quincy is ready."

"Let … the mission … begin!"  Both young men were chuckling as they walked out of the room.

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The blonde girl reached over and picked up a wide white patent leather belt, and fastened it around her waist over the electric-blue iridescent formal gown she was wearing.  She walked to the mirror in the room and looked herself over as she stepped into classic, albeit somewhat higher-heeled-than-classic, white patent pumps.  She adjusted the neck strap of the halter-top of the dress, touched the pearl choker at her throat, the brooch shaped like a rocket ship (the same ship the boys were wearing), and the bracelet with the microphone charm.  Satisfied, she looked over at her friend.  "June, did you ever think this would last this long?"

"Would what last this long, Annie?"  June was a tall, willowy girl with raven-black hair.  She was wearing a lavender formal with a deep purple sash, red tap shoes that could be seen when she walked through the knee-high slit in her skirt, amethyst earrings, and her two favorite pieces of jewelry: a fine silver rope necklace with a charm shaped like a pair of ballet slippers, and a cocktail-size ring with the same rocket motif everyone else seemed to be wearing.

"Us, June.  The Little … or these days, the 'Not-so-Little' Einsteins."

"You know, Annie, I never thought about it.  It always seemed like we'd been together forever, so it never crossed my mind that we would ever be anything but together.  How about you?"

Annie stopped for a second, her eyes glazing over, her mind chasing the past.  "We were so little then.  I guess I was like you; it just never dawned on me that we'd ever be apart."  Her eyes focused, her mind firmly returned to the present.  "Besides, I like the way things have turned out, don't you?"

June giggled, which set Annie to giggling, too.  "Indubitably, Annie.  This is going to be fun!"

Annie glanced at the clock on the wall.  "Look-look-look!  We're going to be late!"

"No, we're not," said June, with the confidence her voice almost always carried.  "However, we will if we don't get moving.  Let me get my tiara."  Taking the silver coronet from the table, she placed it on her head, then turned side to side, admiring for a second the way the amethysts in the tiara matched the ones in her ears, and how the whole thing co-ordinated so well.  "Okay, friend, let's go."

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The boys got to the auditorium first.  They took seats across the foyer from the door and took turns watching.  They lapsed into small talk.

"Leo, we'd been on missions and adventures all around the world, and done all kinds of things.  And I was almost never scared.  But this prom thing has me terrified like spiders."

"Aw, come on, Q.  It's not like these are strangers; it's just Annie and June.  There's really nothing to be … be …"

Quincy looked up at Leo and saw his friend's eyes get really wide.  Amazed, astonished, never-seen-anything-like-this-before wide.  There was actually a tear in Leo's eye.  Quincy followed his friend's gaze to the front door, and his jaw dropped.  "I – can – not – be – LIEVE it!"

The entire auditorium went quiet.  Just stepping into the auditorium were two of the loveliest ladies they had ever seen.  Annie and June had just made a grand entrance, even without intending to.  The ladies looked around until Annie saw Quincy, and nudged the taller girl.  They both looked over and smiled as they started walking to where the two guys stood up to offer their seats.

Leo had almost completely regained his composure by the time the ladies reached him.  He executed a deep, formal bow.  "L-Ladies," he said, not completely covering the little quiver in his voice.  Quincy bowed as well, and offered his hand.

"Gentlemen," said Annie, almost-but-not-quite stifling a giggle while essaying a brief curtsey, then taking Quincy's outstretched hand.  From the corner of her eye, she saw June execute a deep, flawless curtsey and flow into Leo's arms as though she belonged there.  I guess she does, Annie thought.

Quincy was already placing Annie's corsage on her wrist, then looked at his friend and cleared his throat.  Leo jumped as though someone had stuck him with a pin, and blushed until his cheeks were the same color as his shirt.  He put June's corsage on her wrist as well, then offered his arm to her.  "Shall we go, milady?"

"Certainly, milord."  As they entered the auditorium proper, she just couldn't resist leaning her head on his shoulder.

Quincy and Annie looked at each other.  "I guess that means us, too," chuckled Quincy.

"Yes, I believe it does," said Annie.  Quincy offered his arm to Annie, and Annie followed June's lead, including leaning her head on his shoulder.