Hi people! I'm back with another chapter, and I'm also on a three-day weekend! *dances around* This'll give me more time to write, so I might do more updating than usual. Emphasis on the word "might." I've haven't been very productive these past few weekends...
Oh well, I hope you enjoy the chapter. One more thing, if you want to, another way to get to that picture I drew of Dynamis mentioned last chapter is that the link to my deviantart account is on my profile.
"What's your plan... this time...?" Dynamis could feel the sweat trickling down his forehead, and he scooted a small distance away from Blossom. The heat on the bus only amplified Dynamis's skin acting like a sprinkler, but Blossom didn't take much notice.
"Yeah, the last time you had one of these 'plans,'" Misty did a quoting motion with her fingers before resuming her sentence. "We landed ourselves in three detentions and would've gotten expelled if we proceeded any further in your plan in the leaving behind you skateboard fiasco."
"Relax, we're not gonna do anything illegal, or at least not that I know of," Blossom rolled her eyes as if disregarding her friends' worry as the bus came to a halt. "Well," Blossom said while grabbing her bag, "this is my bus stop, I gotta go, I'll explain everything at the park at five o' clock."
"But we have a science project due," Dynamis pointed out.
"Bring your homework with you if you like," Blossom responded, and with that, she jumped off the bus and walked home.
"Should we?" Rago asked not wanting to remember the details of the skateboard fiasco Misty mentioned earlier.
"Well, we have nothing to lose," Misty shrugged. "We can agree to the plan or not." The other two nodded their heads in agreement, and the bus doors closed driving off to drop off more students at their designated bus stops and/or home.
Dynamis, Rago, and Misty met up with each other in an alleyway at 4:30 PM just as the sun started to set and flare the sky in a field of orange and lit up everyone's faces with the color of fiery red. Dynamis dragged with him papers, pens, and posters since even a meet up at the park would not limit his education.
He scrambled behind Rago and Misty, and the three headed towards the park where they could hear the swarm of songbirds chirp to each other in the evening. Light green leaves nearly grew all back after winter, and rickety wooden park benches laid scattered here and there.
Everyone just stared at the odd group of kids, one of them carrying practically his entire office or something with him. They knew that the particular group of kids appeared at the park everyday, discussing odd things. Yes, the townsfolk just viewed them as odd, and the three friends shuttered at the look of the impending stares of doom.
"Blossom, where are you?" Rago squinted partly to block the sun in his eyes and partly to get a better view of the park. He found a familiar face of unsettling brown eyes that had mischief written all over them.
"And hello," Blossom marched right up to Rago, Misty, and Dynamis with her neon purple highlights in her hair attracting even more attention. "Now the plan." Rago swore he could hear dramatic music play in the distance as Blossom could feel her nerves tingle in excitement. Her friends would love the crazy idea she cooked up!
Held between her hand and elbow lay a large, rolled-up sheet of thin paper resembling in size to one of Dynamis' posters, and Blossom sat on the ground unrolling it on the fluffy layer of grass. The paper's edges got a little wet on the edges because of the dew on the ground, but other than that, Blossom's plan lay there in its glory.
"So... what is this... plan of your's?" Dynamis questioned, and he sat on the ground next to Blossom. The other two joined Dynamis in sitting down, and Blossom cleared her throat to prepare for speaking.
"Okay people, so by now, you're probably wondering why we're here, right?" Blossom spoke loudly so that the group could hear over the chatter of everyone else. Dynamis, Rago, and Misty nodded cuing for Blossom to continue, "Okay, so here's what I got in mind, the poster I've got here covers the objectives I want to cover in this explanation. Misty, can you pull out a map of the school on your iPad?"
Misty took the iPad she always carried around and went to the school's website to open a map of the school. Blossom smiled slightly in satisfaction pointing to the 2D model of the school entrance on the screen.
Blossom zoomed the screen up to see the details of the school front doors, "You know all the doors to the school will be locked on prom night except for the front door, and the school administrators will be checking to make sure everyone's following dress code. And we're not going through the air-vents because a certain someone is not very athletically able."
Blossom looked at Dynamis, "And you know who I'm talking about." Dynamis knew his face flushed red because he felt blood rushing into his cheeks and his head heat up, looking down at the ground in embarrassment but also in relief that Blossom's plan didn't involve climbing through the air vents this time.
Blossom looked back down at the map, "The school says you're allowed carry your formal outfit in a bag and change in the bathroom if you're more comfortable doing that, so we'll use that to our advantage. And although the school guidelines for the dance state that you have to have a date go with you, they say that you can bring a friend as a date if you haven't gotten asked or haven't asked anyone out."
"So Misty and I can just partner up, and we're good to go. Then, Dynamis will pick out the dress he wants to wear, and I'll pick out the tuxedo I want to wear. We put what we want to wear in identical bags for the next phase. The bags look exactly the same because we don't want to raise any suspicion when we pretend to bump into each other, drop our bags, pick them back up, and secretly exchange bags when we pick the bags back up. All we have to do then is go to the bathroom and change, sound good?"
"Actually, yeah, that doesn't sound half bad," Misty scratched her chin in approval. This time Blossom actually thought something up that could work. "So all we have to do now is get our dresses and tuxedos ready. Everyone in favor of the plan, say 'I.'"
"I," everyone in the group immediately said the word, and they all stood up to go home.
Tomorrow after school, Dynamis, Misty, Rago, and Blossom finished their homework early in school and immediately finished the rest at home not doing their usual routines after school such as practicing football (soccer for the people that live where I live, the United States), removing their makeup, doing their hair, having a cup of tea, etc. to finish their homework and meet at the mall to pick out tuxedos and dresses at 6:00 PM.
Dynamis and Misty didn't have a problem with finishing homework early as they got straight A's, struggled to procrastinate, played attention in class, got their homework done in no more than an hour, and wrapped their heads around new concepts rather quickly. But for Blossom and Rago, they would usually take forever to even get started, guess on half of the worksheet questions, and not bother to study until that last minute, so they had trouble completing the last few algebra questions.
But in the end, even Blossom and Rago somehow found themselves at the mall before they knew it with Dynamis and Misty already looking at the wide variety of clothing. Although Blossom and Rago did not share their wonder with only one thought crossing their minds, "How on earth will I survive a shopping trip?"
"Remind me why shopping takes to so long?" Blossom groaned as she followed Misty around who meticulously looked through dresses seeing if any of them came in ocean blue. Blossom wanted to get a tuxedo but at the same time wanted to postpone her having to shop for as long as possible.
On the other side of the store, Dynamis picked through dresses just as thoroughly as Misty trying to find something that he liked. Everyone looked at Dynamis with worrying stares at the sight of him picking out dress making Dynamis just a bit self-conscious and to shrink down in slight fear.
Rago sighed looking at the clock on the wall. They'd been here for about an hour now and still no sign of final decisions on clothing. Rago walked in circles around the store waiting for Dynamis and Misty to finish so that he could go to a separate store buy a tuxedo. He started to lose track of his surrounds spacing out a bit when he heard Dynamis' voice.
"I think I like this one," Dynamis stepped out of the dressing room carrying a black dress with spaghetti-straps. "And surprisingly, it fits perfectly!"
"I found one too!" Misty closed the dressing room door holding an aqua-blue dress with straps similar to the one on Dynamis' dress but a bit thicker.
"Finally..." Rago and Blossom collapsed on a nearby clothing rack.
"Now," Dynamis said while he and Misty paid for their stuff clutching small necklaces, bracelets, and knickknacks, "let's get tuxedos for you two, shall we?" Dynamis grabbed his shopping bag from the clerk who gave him an odd look wondering if the young man was shopping for his mom or girlfriend or sister.
The four strolled out the store to go to the tuxedo shop right next to the dress boutique, and Blossom and Rago only took five minutes to pick out tuxedos as they, for the most part, looked pretty much the same although Blossom chose one with a tie, and Rago chose one with a bow-tie.
The clerk, like with Dynamis, gave Blossom an odd look abruptly handing her the shopping bag with the tux.
When they finished their shopping, they headed towards the food court to get something to eat and discussed about their plans for prom timed for this weekend. "A-are you sure about this...?" Dynamis took a bite of his salad. "Going to prom, I mean."
"Of course I'm sure," Blossom responded with most of her attention focused on getting just the right amount of ketchup on her pickles.
"Who puts ketchup on their pickles?" Misty shuttered a bit fearing ketchup ever since that food fight Blossom started in the school cafeteria when they were in kindergarten. Ketchup got in her hair taking weeks for her to get completely out. She looked down at her fish a bit afraid that the ketchup would get on her food.
"I do," Blossom had set her ketchup down eating her pickles getting some ketchup on her fingers. Rago, who had a burrito, just shrugged at Misty not understanding why she resented ketchup so much as he didn't move into town until after the ketchup incident.
They ate their food, chatted, and went home with the same thing on their minds: Would Blossom's plan work?
Soooooo... Do you like it? Hate it? Please give your honest opinions in the reviews! And I'll be back with another chapter hopefully soon.