'Hey inner?'
What?
'How exactly do I explain to aunt Tsunade that I'm going to prom with a gang leader?'
The same way you explained to her that you sort of joined a gang.
'I didn't tell her.'
Exactly.
'But I can't lie to her.'
Why not you've done it quite a bit recently.
'Exactly! It's not right!'
According to who.
'Everybody! It's a freaking gang!'
Are the people nice to you?
'No.'
Are they nice to an extent?
'No.'
Are they nice in their own weird ways?
'... I guess.'
Are they hot?
'Yes.'
I don't see what the problem is.
'You never do.'
You have someone taking you to prom who despite the common belief, does indeed have a soul, and you are still complaining. Honestly the only problem I see is that you still don't have a dress and you aren't doing anything about it.
'But what about aunt Tsunade?'
We'll cross that bridge when we get to it, now dress!
'Fine but we still have no idea where to get a dress I mean it's a little late to go back to the mall and even then nothing really suits me.'
You mean you don't want a dress that contains less fabric than your underwear?
'No thankyou.'
Please, where is your sense of fun.
'In the chuck e. cheese ballpit with my pride.'
Why would you leave them there?
'I didn't they just sort of got buried in there.'
I see… Well any ideas.
'For what?'
For a dress!
'Um… well there's that boutique just a little ways away.'
There's not much there though and I don't think they sell prom dresses.
'So they sell nice dresses what's the difference?'
Everything.
'Well, do you have any ideas?'
No…
'Then it's decided. We'll go there.'
I parked my car in front of the boutique. It was a small shop in town with two arched display windows on either side of the door, each sticking out in a half circle with enough room to display a mannequin. Above the door was the shop name in a swirly elegant calligraphy, that spelt out "Sew In Style".
Stepping inside a small bell went off to alert the employees someone was there. The store had a dollhouse feel to it with mainly whites, creams, and pinks, and a sweet girly feel to it. To be perfectly honest I've only been in one time before.
I began browsing telling anyone that asked if I needed anything, that I was fine.
Okay now find a dress.
'I don't know about this, everything is so pink and flowery with lace and bows and glitter….'
So.
'So, I want to look good not like a little girl.'
Honey, there is nothing little girl about a mini dress no matter how much pink frills you add to it.
'I'm not wearing a mini dress.'
I'm just saying whatever the dress we'll rock it.
'Yeah, I….'
I froze in place as I found one dress that unlike the others wasn't frilly and pink.
See… I told you there would be something.
Ignoring inner I picked up the dress and asked the nearest employee for a dressing room.
I was stunned. It fit perfectly. I looked in the mirror at the dress in love with it. It was chocolate brown with a cream sash and a heart shaped bust. The skirt was tull with a satin trim. It was so simple but so beautiful. It wasn't a floor length gown but it wasn't a mini dress either. It was perfect.
I bought the dress and a pair of heels to match and was on my way home. For the first time I think I was excited for prom.
A/N: I know I'm gonna get crap for this because I said I'd upload a real chapter but I'm home sick and my doctor gave me these pills that make me sleepy and I have so much homework and… I suck.
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