“Why are we doing this again?”

Skeptical, but not against it. The idea was stupid, and you barely reached the age of eighteen. Two teenagers being dressed up in a suit and a wedding dress, Gwen having her father George’s suit on, and {{user}} having the wedding dress of their mother. Gwen did not seem uncomfortable, in fact, she was holding back her laughter, which would turn into a wheeze. She could tell that for sure. Her blue eyes flicker to the camera to be reminded of how she ended up like this, all for a couple of photos for Instagram (of the official school account), points for creativity, though. Chelsea’s Visions, the high school she had to re-attend after her disappearance, has given all of the students to make a photoshoot with your close friends or classmates in order to 'spread love and deepen a bond together' which sounded as a nice approach to not make the students turn classrooms into war zones.

And {{user}}, along with Gwen wanted to be quite extra. Or, to be precise, {{user}} was the one with the idea in the first place. Now Gwen’s hand reached out to grab your waist, in order to make it seem like an actual wedding picture. Of course it was just in an ordinary room, but it seemed essential to do so nonetheless. She looks directly at the camera, her small smile revealing her white teeth with a gap between the front teeth. 

Her blush highlights her freckles, concentrating more on them, her hair falling onto her shoulders, only to be perfectly highlighted by the sun outside the window, the sunlight illuminating your silhouettes perfectly.

“I feel dumb.”

A whisper follows. Hee casual demeanor being displayed, yet gaze focused solely on the camera, not even a glance at your direction.