I won't lie, being nice, sucks. Like, no matter what I do to prevent it, I'm always ending up sympathetic or insanely stubborn about the lightest things. But back to being nice, and how it sucks majorly, I'm currently being dragged against my will through a mall, to Burlington Coat Factory and Forever 21 by my best friend Cristina. Who, I have known since elementary school, who I also recently let move in with me, who happens to have the weirdest fetish for shoes and who also happened to 'accidentally' invite me to the annual Pedrad party. A party that is supposed to be The party, with a capital 't' because it deserves such credit for keeping me up one night every year till 4 in the morning. Which would be why she's tossing every dress my size over her shoulder and at my face, and everyone else at the store is giving us weird looks. I sigh and whine "Christinaaaaa,"

"Triiiiis," She whines back in a mocking tone,

"I don't wanna go to the party," She stops and looks at me with her eyebrows raised and her lips pressed in a thin line. Well it was worth a try. I sigh and look through the dresses in my arms while she runs to the shoes ilse, I see a dark violet color that feels like satin and cotton, sooo soft. I walk to the place to try it on and tell her to put the others back, and I change. I put it on and look in the mirror and gasp quietly, it's a v-neck, violet floor length dress that fades darker towards my feet, with straps that cross against my back. It's beautiful, I stare wide eyed at my reflection, it's loose, but it still hugs my waist and chest, and it makes my stormy grey eyes look blue.

I hear a knock and turn to the door, "Tris, it's Christina, can you let me in?" I open the door for her, not changing because I know she'll want to see it. Her eyes light up as soon as she see's me, "Oh Tris! You look beautiful!" and she engulfs me in a tight hug, I pat her back twice and she lets go of me and looks at every fold in the dress. "Get on your toes for me?" I do and her eyebrows scrunch up, "What?" I ask, getting back down,

"It's too long,"

"What?" I ask again, she steps towards me and takes a handful of the fabric at my mid thigh, pulling it up to my hip, making the cloth at the bottom come up just below my ankles. "Oh you've got to be kidding, I actually like this one," I complain, Christina studies me again before leaving saying "Keep the dress on," I do as I'm told and play with my dirty blonde hair. She comes back in record time with black leather gladiator heels, about four inches. I give her a look and she flashes a smile at me, "I'd rather buy you shoes then sew your dress, it's beautiful and I don't want to ruin it," she confesses and I sigh but smile while putting them on. I've always been short, but these make me look about 5'9" which isn't half bad. Christina eyes me and smiles, "About an Inch to spare, it works," I smile at her and motion for her to close the door so I can undress, literally, and I come out a minute or so later. We buy the dress and the shoes for me and a white cowl neck dress that goes down a little past her knees and some white T-strap wedge heels.

We walk out and she glances at me as her stomach makes an ungodly noise. I laugh at her and she blushes "Could we please stop to eat?" she asks sheepishly, I regain composure and nod at her. We end up agreeing on Wendy's and we ate in the center square at a table next to the fountain. "So, Tris," she says before taking a sip from her coke, I look up at her from my now empty wrapper and clean my hands. "You think you're going to meet someone at the party?" I laugh at her, "C'mon, has to have at least past your mind once,"

I shake my head, "Honest, I haven't thought about it,"

"Tris, you're young, and pretty, you, need, a, boyfriend." I give her this weird look and say, "Christina, you're not one to talk," she scoffs at me, "When you find a boyfriend of your own that treats you good, then you can worry about me," I smile and she pouts then gives me the stare down of a life time.

"Fine," I sigh of relief, "But!" She adds quickly and I look at her with pleading eyes, "You have to at least get laid tomorrow night." I stare at her before scoffing, only making her laugh. "But Cristinaaaa," I whine,

"No but's missy, as your best friend and your roommate, I am setting you up with a guy so you can finally get your kinky on, and get all down and dirty in the guest bedroom-"

"Oh, ew, gross, oh my God, Christina stop talking!" I shout and she grins at me, laughing.