Chapter 4-Dresses and naps

"Gwen, you've been in there for almost half an hour." Kay said staring at the wall clock.

Kay had tried to convince Gwen to come out of the dressing room for ten minutes. That Tuesday afternoon wasn't a very good one for the brown-haired friend. After finally managing to bring Gwen to the mall in order to find an outfit for the dance, she couldn't get her out of the dressing room! Kay was patient, but patience did have a limit.

"Did you die in there or something?" Kay shouted as she felt her patience leaving her.

"I'm not coming out!" came Gwen's response.

"Are dressed?"

"Yeah, but I'm not coming…!"

Unfortunately for her, Gwen couldn't finish her statement, as Kay pulled the red curtain 'exposing' Gwen's new look.

"Oh my God, you look so…LOVELY!" Kay exclaimed as she admired her best friend.

Gwen was wearing a dark green dress similar to those worn at proms. It had thin straps and a discrete bow on the left side of her waist. Kay was staring at her like at a Miss Universe contestant. Gwen heavily sighed.

"I hate it." She muttered.

"What? Are you crazy? You look gorgeous!"

"It's too puffy." Gwen commented while pointing at the bottom of the dress.

"What are you talking about? It's perfect for you. It's made for you." Kay defended the dress.

"I don't think so."

"Argh, what am I going to do with you?" Kay snapped and sat on the floor frustrated.

…

Fifteen minutes later, the girls were drinking coffee at a small café in the mall. Kay, who was still upset because Gwen didn't buy the dress, sighed heavily and took a sip out of her cup.

"It was just a dress." Gwen reminded her.

"Yeah, but it looked great on you." Kay replied.

"Like, everything looks good on me." Gwen said batting her eyelashes like a popular and snobby girl; her gesture made Kay laugh. "Ha, you laughed! I win!"

"Do you have proof?" Kay asked chuckling.

"Kay, come on, stop thinking of that dress. It wasn't even my style."

"But it was pretty." Kay frowned.

Gwen rolled her eyes and finished her latte. Kay didn't care what people thought of her, but when it came to style, she always looked great. Gwen even joked about this, saying that Kay should become a fashion consultant. That idea would have provoked either heart attacks either roars of laughter in the popular group, who always made fun of Kay's style, because of her ability to mix 'new' or 'old'. Her way of mixing items from both categories never looked ridiculous or horrible, but the popular group never admitted that Kay did have fashion sense.

Gwen and Kay were fans of the casual style. The Jeans and the T-shirts were the only 'must-haves' on their lists, along with the not-too-pretentious accessories that completed their outfits. Their fashion paths only drifted apart when it came to colors: Kay loved bright colors, while Gwen was fixed on dark blues, greens and the classic black. Yes, they had chosen their styles, but fashion itself was never a topic of discussion in their daily lives. So Gwen felt a bit uncomfortable talking about dresses, when she had only worn a dress once or twice in her entire life. She decided to take a risk and try to change the subject.

"You still haven't told me about this mysterious Brightwood senior who is indirectly making me go to the dance." Gwen began.

Kay blushed a little and Gwen knew she managed to change the subject.

"Well…His name is Stan and he's the nicest guy I've ever met!" Kay said placing her hands over her chest for a dramatic effect.

"Is he smart?"

"Oh, yes, he's an honor student and he wants to enter politics when he's old enough." Kay continued.

If the guy will run for president, I'm sure Kay will make me vote for him. Gwen thought.

"He's got gorgeous brown eyes and a warm look that just melts you!" Kay said on dreamy tone. "And he loves me." She dreamily sighed.

"Lucky guy." Gwen stated.

"I'm even luckier." Kay added. "I'm lucky because I have a wonderful boyfriend and a valuable best friend who helps me see my love in a very romantic setting on Friday night."

"Oh, don't get too sentimental, it's not like Brightwood will suddenly turn into Paris." The Goth girl chuckled.

"Paris isn't my ideal romantic spot. I hate French."

"How come? French is the language that can turn le dirt into le romance." Gwen said using her 'best' French accent.

The two burst into laughter, causing a few heads to turn and stare (but that didn't matter). And the laughter continued until Gwen made a huge effort and asked for the check.

While Gwen and Kay were bothering the people from the café with their laughter, Dean and Kat were waiting for Trent in his living room. Trent had to stay a little longer at school because of a Social Studies project, but he had told his friends to wait at his house.

His two best friends agreed and went to his 'miniature villa'-as Dean used to call it, where Trent's mother greeted them happily. Now, they were both sitting on the couch minding their own business: Kat was reading a book for her English assignment and Dean was twirling his drumsticks.

"Could you please stop twirling your drumsticks, Dean?" Kat asked, not looking up from her book. "You know what happened last time…"

Dean sighed and put his favorite pair of drumsticks on the coffee table. "Sure."

His response made Kat look up and gaze at him slightly confused.

"Wow, you're…understanding!" She affirmed. "Did something happen to you today?"

Yes, I realized that Trent was right and that I really am in love with you, Kat! Dean thought.

"No, nothing out of the usual." He replied calmly.

And somehow the voice of Trent popped into his head: Liar! Liar!

Dean tried to block his thoughts by starting a conversation, but before he could open his mouth, Kat beat him to it.

"I wonder when Trent will finally escape the project." Kat began. "Don't get me wrong, a little extra schoolwork never hurt anyone, but waiting is getting boring."

"Amen to that." Dean said smiling a little.

"Oh, what are we going to do with him?" Kat said yawning. "We're trying so hard to keep the shark-girls from circling him."

"Hey, it's okay, nobody is hitting on Trent because they know he's with you." He replied trying not sigh.

"But how long can we keep this façade, Dean? It literally keeps me up at night. Fools can't tell the difference between a close friendship and an infatuation, but if you observe it long enough, it becomes visible."

Kat yawned again and placed her head on Dean's shoulder. His eyes widened as he noticed her gesture. Clearly it expressed their close bond as best friends, but she had never been so literally close to him. Actually, they were fighting almost very time, even though they had a few things in common.

"Is that why you're tired now? Because of all this mess?" Dean asked her.

"Nope, I didn't get much sleep last night, some stupid dog barked all nigh. But that's not important now. Does it bother you that I'm currently using your shoulder as a pillow?" she asked sleepily.

"Not exactly." Dean answered trying to ignore a voice from his head that screamed 'I'm in Heaven, why should that bother me?'. "I'm sorry you're caught in a fake relationship, Kat." he added.

"It's not your fault. Besides, I'm doing this for Gwen and Trent. Unlike him, I still think that the flame never went off. I'm a hopeless romantic, but don't tell anyone, it doesn't go well with my bitchy image." She chuckled and Dean smiled. "Did Trent tell you about their first date after Total Drama Island?"

"Yeah, I guess he mentioned it. The one at the piano bar after closing time?"

"Yup, that one." Kat smiled. "When they sat and talked until it was closing time. And Trent paid the bartender in order to let them stay a little longer. And when they were alone in the piano bar, only with the bartender who was arranging the chairs…"

"They sang 'All out of love'; Trent on the piano bench and Gwen leaning on the piano." Dean finished.

"It was so adorable!" Kat said almost asleep. "They were adorable together. I saw photos…"

Dean began to gently stroke Kat's silky blonde hair, without even realizing it. He never saw her in that state: so innocent, so peaceful, and so beautiful. She yawned one more time and fell asleep.

When Trent finally entered his living room, he tried to apologize, but Dean made a 'shush' sign and Trent managed to see that Kat was sleeping like a baby.

"What did I miss?" Trent whispered.

"Nothing much." Dean smiled, while gazing at the sleeping girl next to him.

Okay, I know Trent didn't appear much in this chapter, but I tried to create an image of the GxT relationship from Trent's friends' point of view. Please don't throw random things at me for adding KatxDean romance!

Anyway, I promise you a few complications in the following chapters, as well as jealousy, anger and loyalty.

I'll update really soon if I get a few reviews!

-PurpleFunkytown-