Chapter Twenty-Two – Amy, Try Green, It Suits You Well
Ryan was browsing through a rack of dresses. "Is homecoming here extremely formal, or more casual?"
"It can go either way. Some people go all out, some don't," Amy said, "I didn't last year, but I'm going to go a little more this year."
"I want a long dress," Ryan declared. "Every year, I wear a dress that reaches the floor, I can't change that."
"Go with red," Amy said, "You look great in red."
Amy, try green, it suits you well, Ryan thought. "I thought you were going to do red?"
Amy shook her head. "I think I'm going to go more towards the blues this year." She sifted through a few more hangers until she gasped and pulled out a dress. "Ryan! Look at this, it's perfect for you."
Ryan walked over to where the blond was standing, waving the dress around. She grabbed the hanger out of Amy's hands and examined the dress. It was a deep red and from the top of appeared to be a normal, sleeveless dress until you reached the bottom, where the material went off in all different directions, making it look like someone had taken scissors to the bottom part of the dress. It didn't look like it would reach the floor, but she didn't even mind. "Wow, this is amazing, I love it."
"Go, go, try it on."
Ryan made her way over to the dressing room. She removed her clothes and slid into the dress. She zipped it up and walked out of the room and out into the open, where there were mirrors all around her. She run her hands down the smooth material and smiled.
"That looks amazing," Amy said.
Ryan didn't hear her. She smiled at herself as she pictured in her mind the images she hoped to see at the upcoming dance. Arriving on Ephram's arm, taking the pictures, dancing, and just being able to hold him in her arms. She had never felt this strongly so fast, and she knew she was falling hard.
There was something in his eyes, and she knew it. There was something in his eyes she had never seen in anyone else's. She was hypnotized by them. She twirled around in the dress at the thought of his eyes. They made her want to dance. They made her want to do a lot of things and she knew she was the victim of his eyes.
"Amy, how long do you think it takes to fall in love?" Ryan asked as she spun around to Amy.
Amy looked stunned at Ryan's question. "I don't know, at least a month, I think. You need at least a month to get used to each other."
"You don't think it's possible to find someone and just know? And just fall in love? Like love at first sight?"
"Are you trying to say what I think you're trying to say?"
Ryan sighed. "Yea, I think I am."
"Think you are what? Thinking what I'm thinking?" Amy said, "Or think you're falling in love?"
"Both."
Amy fell silent. She wasn't sure of how to reply to that, or if she even wanted to. "Love at first sight, huh?" It was best she could come up with.
Ryan grinned. "Okay, so maybe, love at first sarcastic remark."
Amy laughed, but lowered her gaze to the floor. She had been trying everything for the past three weeks to be happy for Ephram, because he was happy. But she was becoming increasingly miserable inside, which was making it even harder to hide. She decided to change the subject. "I still need to find a dress! You better be getting that one!"
Ryan admired the dress again in the mirror. "Definitely." She started to head back to get changed, but turned around. "Like I said before, try green, it suits you well."
Amy looked confused as she watched the closing dressing room door. "You never said that."
