A/N: I'm going to be really busy this summer! I have ideas for about ten fics! Unfourtunatly, after this I'm going to be taking a small break from DP fiction.
The Science of Popularity
Chapter 10
Sam and I decide to go get dresses for the dance together.
She's actually really cool, and not creepy at all once you look past the eye-liner and black.
At first I'm not sure what to expect.
Shopping with Sam is very different than shopping with Paulina.
First off, instead of going to some trendy store, we go to a thrift shop.
Sam says that even though the clothes are old, they're unique.
She says that because the clothes have already been worn by someone else they have souls.
Everything in a thrift shop has a story.
I guess I never thought about it that way.
Her perspective of everything is so different than anyone I've ever met.
We wander the store, laughing at all the wacky eighties stuff.
Finally, Sam pulls two dresses off the rack.
She holds them up.
I normally hate fancy gowns, but these…
They're breathtaking.
One of them is completely black other than the silver jewels, glistening in the light like stars.
It's knee-length and it has lace peeking out from the under the skirt.
The black lace looks like spider webs spun with confidence and grace.
That one is obviously for Sam.
The second on is a deep wave of blue, like the ocean.
It's so long, it would reach my ankles.
There are no straps, and black ribbon tied around the waist streaming down.
It's beautiful.
It's not in style, but it's magnificent.
This coming from a girl who hates dressing up.
Sam and I look at each other, identical grins forming on our faces.
We buy the dresses and then exit the store.
Sam immediately starts walking a certain direction.
"Where are we going?" I call after her.
She smiles at me.
"First we're going to my house to put these aside."
She smirks.
"Then, we're going to Danny's to kick their butts in a round of first person shooter games."
I grin.
My life is officially perfect.