"So my brother finally asked you to the dance?" Angela asked me over the phone later that night.
"What do you mean 'finally'?" I asked, curiously.
"Well, he's liked you for a while now, but he thought you liked Ponyboy so he never asked you out," Angela explained.
"Really?" I asked. I had NO idea Curly liked me, "Well, he was right. I DID like Pony, but I'm over him now."
"Are you sure?" Angela asked me.
"Of course I'm sure! Why should I like him, anyway? I don't even remember what I saw in him!" I stated. I believed myself. I really believed what I was saying. I don't have any reason whatsoever to like Ponyboy. Do I like Curly? I guess so. Not a whole lot though, as a friend maybe. I just didn't see us clicking, you know. I really don't feel anything between Curly and me. Maybe he'll grow on me…who knows? I'll give him a chance though, isn't that the purpose of dating?
"So, are you going to the dance with anybody?" I asked Angela.
"A group of friends Curly and I hang out with. I'm going to see if I can find Bryon there, you know, rekindle the old flame," Angela said. I could just picture Angela in my head. I saw her laying on her back on her bed, with her arm outstretched in front of her as she examine her hand in front of her, maybe looking at her nails. Her long, black hair was hanging over the edge of the bed and down the side like a waterfall of black ink. Maybe the lights in her room were switched off and she was laying there in the dark. Angela liked the dark. Maybe it was because things didn't appear so bad in the dark, or maybe it was just because the dark matched her personality. I love the sun, and the warmth of its rays, yet Angela despises it. Maybe it was because it made things appear to be too happy. Angela and I are total opposites, like Night and Day. I remember when we were kids we had the nicknames Dawn and Dusk. Whenever we went out we would refer to each other as Dawn and Dusk so no one would know our real names. As if anybody would care what are names were anyway, right? It seemed like a good idea at the time. What kind of a name is Dusk anyway? Then again what kind of names are Ash, Sodapop, Ponyboy, and Two-bit? I guess it wasn't such a bad name after all.
"Want to go shopping after school tomorrow?" I asked Angela. It felt as if I had just gone through a time warp, and in a way I had…
"Sure! We can buy some new clothes for the dance to make ourselves look sharp right?" Angela laughed her loud, almost honking laugh, not the raspy giggle most people heard when she was at school or just hanging out, but her real laughed that she didn't hide from me because she new that there was nothing that she COULD hide from me in she wanted to.
"Yeah!" I laughed to. I was sitting at my desk with some paper and a pen in front of me. I had been writing a story before I decided to call Angela. "And we could invite Sandy."
"Yeah, and we can get in on all the dirt that's been happening between her and Soda!" Angela added.
"Sure! Sounds like a plan!" I said feeling excited now. I turned in my chair and saw myself in my mirror. I squeezed the phone between my ear and my shoulder so I could have both of my hands free to redo my ponytail, not that it really mattered how my hair looked because I wasn't going anywhere.
"Well, Dawn, I've got to go now," Angela said.
"You were just thinking about that too Dusk?" I asked, almost letting my phone slip out from between my shoulder and my ear.
"Yeah, why, were you?" Angela asked.
"Yeah!" I said and laughed.
I swear, sometimes Angela and I can read each others minds.