Chloe POV:

"C'mon, Clara. I look ridiculous." I commented as I tried to smooth out the hideous ruffles sticking out from my dress.

"Well, that's like the 20th dress you've tried on--"

I sighed, "I'm taking this off and we're going home."

She pouted, "Aw, but Chloe! You need a dress!"

"I know," I replied, "But the dance isn't for another two weeks."

"And that's why we need to find something! Almost all the 'good' dresses are taken!" She tousled her hair showing me her signs of being stressed. I placed my hand on her shoulder,

"And sweetie, we will find it," I was happy that she was so determined to help me, but the problem was that she was more excited than me at this point, "This just means that we aren't looking in the right spot." I smiled at her and she finally nodded. "How about we get out of here?"

She nodded again. She had the face of a child who had just been admonished. The same face Tommy would make when I told him that we couldn't go to the park when it was raining.

I took the dress off and we left the store as simply as that. I then unlocked my rust bucket and we both got in as Clara let out a sigh.

"Okay, what's the matter." I asked, knowing the standard procedure. She was obviously trapped in her own thoughts as I repeated myself a second time.

Her head shot up and she dismissively said, "Oh, nothing. Just thinking."

I put the car back in park and turned to face her with an "oh really?" look.

"Clara, I know you better than anyone else. Just tell me what's on your mind."

She nervously bit her lip and sighed again, "I hear that Sam wants to ask Jessica Grandler to the dance." She replied dejectedly.

"Well," I began, "Did Sam tell you that himself?"

She slouched and crossed her arms, "...No."

"Then how do you know?" I asked, "Clara, the only way you'll know for sure is if you ask him yourself. And who wouldn't want to go with you?" I smiled and she gave me a small smirk in return.

"Thanks you, you sentimental piece of shit." There's the girl I know.

I grinned widely as I put the car in reverse, "Hey, something had to get you out of that terrible shitty attitude."




We were driving down Prince Street in the middle of the city. It was still early in the evening, probably around 4, so the place was still lively with kids playing double dutch, and people strolling down the sidewalks.
The streetlight went from yellow to red as I pressed down on the brake. We were sitting there, idle, until I looked over at a window shop to my right.

"Clara, do you see that?"

"Yeah, it's green." The green light reflected off her face as I took a quick turn right, "Hey, where are we going?"

Ignoring her question, I parallel parked against the curb and got out. Clara eventually followed suit,

"Chloe, what are we doing here?" she asked.

"Just follow me." I responded tritely. I was on a mission. And with no more words spoken, we entered the vintage dress shop called, "The Little Boutique".

The little bell above the door jingled as we stepped inside. We were greeted by a small, elderly woman with small eyes that practically disappeared when she smiled,

"Hello, girls! How can I help you today?" Her excitement was apparent as she rushed towards us and smiled the biggest smile that I have ever seen.

I politely smiled back, "Yes, can I see that baby blue dress with the rhinestones that you have in the front window there?" I gestured towards the window and she was already aware of the one that I was talking about. The lady might have been elderly, but she sure moved fast.

She got on her tiptoes and took down the mannequin that was wearing the dress. She then swiftly unzipped it and put it on a hanger.

"Follow me." She said with a toothless smile as she shuffled her way to the back. She opened up one of the changing rooms and handed the dress to me, "Here you go, dear."

"Thank you." I responded.

The dress was even better looking up close. It was about knee length with a sweetheart neckline. But, the thing about this neckline was that the middle of the heart created a deeper and longer effect. And the rhinestones accented the neckline as they traced and lined it. The color, as I mentioned before, was a light baby blue. And I had to admit, I wasn't a dress girl but I would wear this dress any day.

It was that gorgeous.

I slipped the dress on and, instantaneously, it fit me like a glove. I took a quick glance in the mirror and didn't even recognize myself. Standing in front of me wasn't the t-shirts, jeans, and chucks girl that I came to know. No, the girl in front of me was otherworldly. Could a dress really do that? Make the unpopular girl look like Natalie Portman from her "V for Vendetta" days?

My time of admiration was cut short as I heard Clara yelling, "Chlo! Are you almost done in there?!" I took in a deep breath and looked at myself for the last time. If she doesn't like it, then I'm screwed.

Let's hope she does.

I slowly walked out, like a baby tiger full of caution and submission, trying not to look her in the eyes. Because if I did, I'd know what she was thinking.

"Chlo, look at me."

Damn.

I looked up and the elderly woman started to clap, "Oh my! You are just absolutely stunning!"

But Clara proceeded to scan me up and down as she assembled her critique. After a few moments, she grinned, "Not bad, Thompson. That's a nice color on you." I was grinning ear to ear.

"Do you think Dean will like it?" I asked while I gave a small spin.

She grinned even more, "I think he's going to love it."

Notes

Chloe's homecoming dress: http://cdn-s3-3.wanelo.com/product/image/7353012/x200.jpg

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