Teeheehee, did you miss me? I'm sorry for just disappearing for, like, ever. But I'm back, and baby, I'm ready to continue this story! I'm testing the waters with this chapter, but don't worry, the next time I update, it'll be twice as long as this! I promise.
Rachel was sitting on her porch with two dresses in hand when we arrived. Mike opened my door, grabbing my hand before using his free one to shut the car door and knuckle Finn.
"Hello Tina, Michael. We have a lot of work to do, so if you will excuse us," Rachel said, and with her words I was pulled into her house.
The next three weeks were hectic and crunched, if I wasn't busy running around doing a million things, I was at home, most likely sleeping. With the pageant fast approaching, Rachel was more, well, Rachel-like and practices for the pageant was just as crazy.
"Now Tina," Rachel started, pacing slowly in front of me as I sat on her bed, the boys engulfed in a movie playing on her TV. "Have you given any thought to who will escort you across the stage?"
"Well, I'm assuming Mike…" I trailed off, expecting the answer to be a no brainer.
"Oh, very well then. I, too, have chosen my boyfriend to walk with me. Now what about your hair.." She reached for a strip of blue hair, but I quickly moved my head to the side.
"What about it?" I asked, grabbing some of the blue as if to protect it.
"Do you really plan on having a blue dress to match your hair?" She shot back, standing up from her spot on the bed and throwing her hands on her hips.
"Well, no, but I'm not getting rid of it. Colored hair is my thing and if a judge wants to disqualify me for it, then so be it. I'm not changing who I am to fit pageant criteria," I felt myself recoil immediately; afraid I'd been too harsh. Rachel, though, was smiling away, nodding her head slightly.
"Good, personality, that's important in the pageant parlor. As is individuality, despite all the similarity in a pageant," Rachel's reply settled me instantly as I stood up as well, hugging her faintly.
"You mentioned something about a dress? What did you have in mind?" Rachel beamed a smile at my words, tugging my arm and pulling me down the hallway, talking animatedly as she walked me to the Berry's sewing room.
:) I know it was a lame update on my part, but like I said, I'm just testing the waters. I hope you guys are as eager as I am about finishing this, because I have some pretty decent ideas hatching for this story!
If you want to review, that'll help me know whether or not I should end up finishing this story. I know for a fact it'll be at least 5 more chapters. (5 decent sized chapters, not this barley there crap I've been posting.)
I can't wait to start writing this again! Ahhh! :D