"Now, what are you going to wear, hm?" A young teenage girl with long blonde hair opened the sliding white closet door, looking over the several options of cardigans and dresses. Her blue eyes darting around to notice that all the clothes were either blue, black, or white. She sighed, her eyebrows clenched together in annoyance."We really need to expand your color choices."
A slightly shorter brown haired girl sat on her bed, watching the blonde search through her clothes. Her left leg was crossed over her right as she watched with lowered eyebrows, cringing at the amount of sweaters and t-shirts that she owned. "You know, maybe I shouldn't go." The brown haired girl sighed, pushing some hair behind her ear.
"No, we're going as a group, Veronica! It wouldn't be the same without you!" The blonde suddenly shouted to her timid friend, turning around quickly, making her hair come an inch to hitting her friends face.
"I don't know, Heather, it just the Middle School Dance. It's not really important." Veronica sighed, shrugging her shoulders and shaking her head.
Heather moved closer and grabbed Veronica's hands. Giving her puppy dog begging eyes. "It'll be fun. And who knows, Rob may be there." Heather egged Veronica on, biting her lower lip and moving her eyebrows up and down.
The brunet rolled her eyes, "come on, Rob. He tried to get me to joined mythological fan-club." The girl chuckled, making Heather laugh a little to. "Good point.." She muttered, smiling through the corner of her mouth. Her glossy red lips curving up with her friends paler ones.
Veronica's eyes suddenly became filled with sorrow, looking down at the floor. Heather frowned, and plopped down next to her on the blue sheets. "Hey, what's wrong?" She asked wholesomely, tilting her head to the side a bit.
Veronica shook her head. "I'm just scared." She whispered, her doe brown eyes almost tearing up. "Of what?" Heather pressed on.
"That we may never get to laugh over going to a dance together again. I mean, they want me to skip junior high and just go straight to high school. I don't want go to my first prom and think of this dance with you girls and start to cry." Veronica explained, a small tear falling down her red cheeks and her voice cracking.
Heather put her hand on her back, rubbing slowly to calm her. "Hey, hey… I think that's amazing that you're that smart enough to go from 6th to 9th grade! And if it is what is best for you, then I support it. 100%. Even though I will miss you." Heather encouraged, her voice soft and comforting, just above a whisper.
Veronica turned over to her friend who's sparking blue eyes made her feel strangely happy. "Thank you, Heather. You are really the best friend that anyone could ask for." Veronica spoke with meaning in her voice, leaning into her for hug.
Heather happily obliged, wrapping her arms around Veronica's back. "No problem," she whispered as a reply. They pulled apart and smiled at each other, wondering what would have happened if they never became friends with each other.
"It's no wonder you're the most popular person in our grade. You're so nice!" Veronica cheered, wiping away her tears. Heather blushed slightly, awkwardly smiling. "Well thank you. I do try."
"Heather, your mother is here!" Veronica's mother yelled from down stairs, breaking the tension between the two girls. Heather jumped a little, then looked back at Veronica. "So…Are you coming with me and Mac?" Heather asked, standing and grabbing her bag.
"Yep, and I'll find something nice to wear." Veronica smiled. Heather nodded at her, then gave a quick goodbye before rushing out.
Veronica laughed a little, then fell back against her pillow. Heather is so nice.
She hopes she stays like that forever.