A/N: Well, here's another Mozie-to-be story. It's still in development. I don't know where the idea came from or where I'm taking it. I hope you like it though. Oh, by the way, I put up my homepage if you're interested (just a myspace).

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of NDSSG, I do own the ones you don't recognize, and all will be used shamelessly as tools. I'm not doing this for profit, only for my own amusement and that of my readers. So neener neener.

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This day has been so long, I'm about ready to say 'screw it' and get out of here. I don't know why I agreed to this, it's completely ridiculous. I mean, I'm standing here in this stupid frilly pink dress while the attendants keep fussing over it and Suzie is laughing behind her hands.

This is all her fault. She's the one who put me in this dumb thing. It's hideous and we both knew that the moment she pulled it off the rack, but I promised her I'd be cooperative. Last time I make that promise. I will never say things like that until I know what's coming at me. I had no idea she'd planned to make me suffer through this indignity.

I don't know why I'm even here. Well…that's a lie. I know exactly why I'm here. I'm here because she asked me to be and I can't refuse her anything. But geez, I didn't think that when she said we were going shopping and she expected my full cooperation that she'd bring me into this place and put me in the most god-awful prom dress ever made!

It makes me wonder what she's planning, because she's definitely up to something. I know her well; she is my best friend after all. I have to put a stop to this humiliation before she takes any pictures.

Click and now it's too late. Curse that camera phone. "Suzie! Why the heck did you take a picture of this!"

"I had to! You look so funny up there all angry and in that dress with the people buzzing around. It's hilarious! I haven't seen you so sour in a long time, it's great." I see her giant grin threatening to take over her face, her eyes glitter brightly with amusement, and it strikes me just how pretty she is. No wonder all the guys are after her.

I glare at her, "well, at least you're amused" I say dryly. "I'm getting out of this monster before you get anymore damaging photos."

"Oh come on Jennifer, just one more, for posterity!" Her plea fell on deaf ears as I ignored her and fled into the changing room my face flaming. I can hear her laughing on the other side of the door and I can't help but chuckle. I have to grudgingly admit that it is funny. But I don't have to let her know that!

I change back into my regular clothes, jeans and a baseball tee with a light jean jacket over it all, and I exit the changing room glowering once more to show just how not amused I am with the situation. I catch sight of her and see that she's still smiling hugely.

"You have to look at this picture Jennifer." She giggles as she moves closer to me holding the phone in her hand, tilting it so I can see the picture. And there I stand on that little stool with that wretched dress draped on me and a very displeased look on my face while the attendants look on with false cheer. It is a rather amusing picture. I fight down my smile though and say flatly "Hilarious."

"You know it is. Come on, we're not done yet. I've got a few more dresses in mind, for the both of us this time. I won't put you in anything like that again." She's looking at me with complete seriousness and I once again relent to those big brown eyes and slight pout.

"Fine, let's go." She surprises me by letting out a squeal and jumping up and down clapping her hands. It only makes me wonder what's gotten into her as I smile and shake my head. I still want to know why she's putting us in prom dresses when to my knowledge there isn't any dance coming up, but she's happy and I don't want to spoil her mood.

She grabs my arms and pulls me back into the racks and sets to looking for more dresses. When she finds one she likes she drapes it over my arm and continues on. I haven't seen her this excited in months, not since she broke up with Jared (a boy she'd met freshman year, dated through that year and most of sophomore year but dumped before summer came, I never knew why though). It makes me glad to see her so joyful.

Seeing her beaming that smile at everyone she sees makes the day feel not so long anymore.

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A/N: That's a teaser; let me know what you think. I'll try to update it regularly but I make no promises.