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Chapter Six
Temperance walked out onto the football field with Angela. They sat down on the empty bleachers quietly, careful not to make much sound to disturb the practice. They were already about a half an hour late.
"Which one is Seeley?" Temperance asked Angela. Angela scanned the field carefully before pointing.
"That one," she said.
"How can you tell?" Bones asked, almost laughing.
"His build, his height, I know these things, Bren." Angela said, rolling her eyes. Temperance started fanning herself.
"It's getting really hot out here," she said, tying her hair in a ponytail. Angela nodded.
"I'll say. Look," she pointed. The football players were taking their shirts off, exposing muscular bodies.
"Holy crap, look at Seeley," Angela hissed. Seeley probably had the most toned muscles. Angela couldn't keep her eyes off of him.
"Ange, what about Jack?" Bones asked.
"Sweetie, there's nothing wrong with looking; I don't want to go out with him." Angela insisted.
"Practice is over, let's go buy our prom dresses," Bones urged her best friend.
"Ok, fine," Angela sighed, taking one last look at the football players.
"Hey, hold on, wait! Bones, Angela," Seeley called after them. They stopped and turned around, meeting a very tired Booth.
"We're going to buy our dresses, Angela is giving me a ride there and back to Peter's place," Temperance told him, reaching into her bag and pulling out a water bottle, "Would you like some?" He nodded and took the water, drinking half of it in one gulp.
"Are you sure you want to go alone? I could come, if you want," he suggested.
"No, it's okay. I won't be alone, I'll be with Angela. I'll see you at Peter's at six-ish?" Temperance told him, but he still looked concerned.
"Do you know the way back to the apartment?"
"Yes, I have an extremely reliable memory, don't worry." He sighed and nodded.
"Ok, see you at six. We're having Chinese." She smiled and ran after Angela, who had already started walking towards her car.
"You did really well by the way," Temperance called from the passenger's seat window. He waved, smiling from ear to ear.
"Thanks!"
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"What store are we going to?" Temperance asked, watching the road in front of her.
"An old thrift store that my Aunt Diane owns," Angela told her, barely dodging a squirrel.
"An old thrift store?"
"Yeah, sweetie, everything there is completely original. Diane travels all over the world and collects dresses, then sells them here," Angela explained.
"That's so cool," Temperance said honestly. That way she wouldn't show up at the prom wearing the same thing as everyone else, or a classmate's old dress. Angela pulled into an old driveway leading up to a cottage.
"She lives on the second floor. Come in," Angela said, opening the door.
"Oh, hello Angela," a middle aged woman said, smiling.
"Hello Aunt Diane, this is my best friend Temperance, we're looking for prom dresses," Angela explained.
"Angela, you've already bought three from here, how many more do you need?" Diane asked, exasperated. Temperance started laughing.
"Ok, fine, then for my friend. What do you have, Aunt Di?" Diane observed Temperance carefully.
"You have a nice figure, and the most gorgeous eyes. Definitely a blue dress," Diane pulled a dress off of a rack, she seemed satisfied, pointing towards a dressing room.
Temperance slipped the dress on with ease, and then walked out barefoot. Angela and her Aunt stared in awe.
"How do I look?" She asked, doing a curtsey. The dress was at her knees, and the color was a blue that almost matched her eyes. It was a halter-top dress with a low cut and an empire waist that was covered in a slightly darker shade of blue silk.
"Wow, sweetie, you look fantastic," Angela said excitedly. Temperance smiled.
"Thank you. How much will it cost?" She asked Diane.
"It's free; it looks so wonderful on you, dear. How about some shoes to go with it?" Diane hurried over to the corner and ripped through boxes until she held up a pair of silver shoes. They had a small heel, but fit Temperance perfectly.
"You're like Cinderella," Angela cried, "I have the perfect pair of earrings at my house. Let's stop by on the way back to Peter's." Temperance pulled a fifty out of her bag that Seeley had given her.
"Thank you for your trouble, Miss Diane," Temperance said politely. The woman tried to resist but Temperance put the money in her hand and closed it. The cottage was so out of the way, she couldn't imagine business was good.
"Come again," Diane called as the girls left.
"We will," They said together.
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Angela had a big room. At least twice as large as Temperance's old one. Angela came towards Temperance with the silver earrings.
"Keep them as long as you want; you are going to make Seeley drool when he sees you." Angela said, messing around with Temperance's long hair.
"We're just friends, Ange, I promise."
"But you're so beautiful, Bren, it doesn't matter if you're just friends." Angela said, "You have to let me cut you're hair. It's getting scraggily."
"Ok, fine, you can cut my hair. Prom night, though, if I can get ready here." She asked.
"Sure, you can leave the dress and shoes here too, just in case you forget them. You know what the best part of this is?" Angela asked.
"What?"
"Jezebel is going to be crazy with jealousy."
"So? She's pretty; she could have Seeley wrapped around her finger if she wanted."
"Obviously not. Anyone can look beautiful if they pack on enough make up. You are a natural beauty, and on Prom night, everyone will notice." Angela promised.
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Temperance walked into the apartment building, an hour after she said she'd be back. Seeley was waiting in the living room, but he didn't look mad, he just looked lonely.
"Hey, sorry I'm late. I went to Angela's house," she told him, putting her bag down.
"I saved you some Chinese," he offered gently, nudging the box towards her.
"Thanks. Where's Peter?" She asked eating some rice.
"With Marissa, they should be back in a few minutes." He told her, looking over at the clock.
"You've been here by yourself? I'm sorry, I never would've…" she started, but he put his hand on her shoulder.
"Bones, it's no big deal. I'm used to it." He said, not wanting her to feel guilty.
"I found a good Prom dress," she offered, "It's at Angela's. I'm going to get ready there." He nodded, seemingly curious. The door opened and the couple walked in. Marissa was as Temperance expected. Petite, skinny, but she had long dark hair.
"Hello, I'm Temperance," Brennan introduced immediately. The girl smiled.
"I am Marissa; it is nice to meet you. Peter has told me about you. I don't mind if you borrow my clothes by the way. In fact, I brought more over," the young woman said kindly, handing her a laundry basket filled with them.
"Thank you, thank you so much," Temperance said, smiling.
TBC…sorry about a late update, I was away from my computer. Thanks so much for all the wonderful reviews. NEXT CHAPTER IS THE PROM!!!! Oh, and should Marissa and Temperance develop a sisterly relationship? Please tell me!