Okay… now I realize it's been a long time in coming but it's not my fault… seriously…
Ken: Then whose is it?
Fordina: :: thinks :: Ah…
Ken: See? It is your fault.
Fordina: -_-** Thank you SO much for pointing that out Ken!
Ken: ^o^ You're welcome.
Fordina: :: sighs :: Ah… Okay, I don't own Digimon as I've said, and as I've also said NONE of the people in this fic belong to me. They are ALL REAL and most are very good friends of mine. But yeah, I do own me so… that's like what? One out of how many? Ah well… doesn't matter.
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" - " = Talking.
' - ' = Thinking.
Through the Years:
A Story about Me
By: Fordina
Chapter 16- Mystery Man
Sigh. I'm standing in front of a mirror in the change room. Jen had convinced me… Convinced isn't the right word… It's more like demanded that I try on the dress she found for me. That's right a dress. Me! Wearing a dress! There's something very wrong with this… I'm not quite sure what it is yet but I will find out!
"Traci! Are you done yet?! I wanna see what you look like!" Jen yelled as I continued my examination.
It wasn't that bad really… Nice colour… It's a sort of teal I think… And it's got this funky design on the front.
"Traci!" Geez…
"All right, all right! I'm coming out," Grumbling I pushed the door open and stepped out. Well actually I just kinda stood in the doorway.
"Oh wow! Traci you look great!" Jen squealed.
"T-thanks…" Sigh… Why do I always have to blush whenever someone gives me a compliment?
"Well! Get out here so you can look in the mirror!" She said grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the change room.
"But there's like two mirrors in there!" I protested, pointing back into the change room.
"Just c'mon!" Sighing I let her lead me over to a mirror.
I have to admit… Which I hardly ever do… I kinda like the way I look in this. So I smiled.
"Knew you'd like it!" She must have seen me smile.
"Hey Jen!" A voice called from behind. I could see from the reflection in the mirror that it was one of the girls that I saw at the river's edge.
"Hey Ange!" Jen said turning towards her. "What ya doing here?"
"Not much. Just shopping around! You know how it is!"
"Yeah I do!" They both laughed. I don't see the humor but hey, why not join in? So I started to laugh too.
The both looked at me funny, "I thought it was funny…" I stated simply. Then added, "So what were we laughing at?"
"Oh Angela, this is Traci, Traci, Angela," Jen introduced.
"I know." Jen looked at me.
"You do?"
"Yeah, I met her down by the river a while ago… Couple weeks or something…" I shrugged and turned back to the mirror.
"Hey that's right! I knew I had heard that name somewhere before!" Angela told us. She turned back to Jen. "So Jen… How's your mystery man?" Angela asked nudging Jen in the ribs.
"Mystery man?" I asked looking at them both in the mirror's reflection.
"Yeah… Jen has a boyfriend but none of us, her friends or her parents for that matter, have seen him. She's given us little tidbits of info before but nothing so that we would know what he looked like," Angela told me. So Jen is making everyone think that she's got a mystery man huh…
"Oh…?" I said giving Jen a quick glance. I think she got the message because she nodded her head slightly. "I've met him."
"You have!?" Angela yelled running over to me. "What's his name?!"
"I can't tell you. I promised Jen I would never say a word to anyone. Until she told me too," I had to smirk. This was just too much fun. "All I will tell you is this," I crouched lower so I was whispering into her ear. "Is that you'll never know who he is."
"Hey!" Angela said swatting my shoulder. "Jen! C'mon! You told her and I've known you longer!" Okay… She was whining now. Not very appealing if you ask me.
"Actually Ange… That's not true," She smiled. "I've known Traci here since we were like eight or something," Ooh… She got ya there Angie. [A/N: Don't tell Angela that I called her Angie… She would hurt me ^o~]
"Really? Where did you guys meet? I've never heard you talk about her before," Angela asked.
"Well… I kinda forgot that we had met. But we met in an art class; we were in the same class for what… A year?" She looked towards me. I shrugged, I don't remember going to any art class. She knew that. "Oh right…" But it just clicked.
"'Oh right' what?" Angela asked.
"Nothing. Just that we don't like to talk about the art class… Um, maybe I'll tell you later," Great save Jen Jen. "Well anyway… Um, take that dress off Traci, I'm gonna buy it for you."
"Oh no you aren't! Why buy me a dress that I'm probably never going to wear?! I don't wear dress'!" I protested.
"Oh trust me, you're gonna wear this one! Now c'mon! We still have many more shops to explore!" Sighing I went back into the change room to well… change.
I hate change rooms… I just get this constant feeling that I'm being watched… And all the mirrors in them don't help me one bit.
"Traci!"
"I'm coming!" I yell back as I walk out of the room. "Sheesh… Do you have to be so loud?!"
"Of course! I learn from the best," She winked at me.
"Or maybe it's the other way around?" I teased as we made our way to the front counter. "Jen… You don't have to… I don't need i--" I started to protest but she stopped me.
"Nah uh! I will have none of that! I am buying you this and there is nothing, I repeat nothing, you can do about it!"
Bowing my head I reluctantly let her buy the damned thing.
Tbc…
Well, that's this chapter.
Ken: They seem kind of short for the work that you do.
Fordina: :: shrugs :: Kinda, but there's still quite a few chapters left so, all is well.
Well, I hope you enjoyed that and if you did… review! If not review anyway.