Kunzite looked critically at his best dress pants, shirt, and shoes.
"What do you guys think?"he asked around.
It turned out to be a mistake Jedeite had fallen asleep, Nephrite was watching tv, and Zoicite seemed to too wrapped in daydreams, of his next A+, probably.
"Is anyone listening to me?"he asked, straightening his shirt.
Apparently, no one was. He rolled his eyes, and walked out of the room, he'd have to wait for Mina's opinion, apparently. He just hoped he looked well-dressed enough to appear like a gentleman.
"Well, I'll be back later tonight."he said.
He got in the car, and drove towards Mina's apartment. He knocked three times, and heard her voice.
"Come in!"
He walked in. She peeked out.
"You're still not ready yet?"he asked, incredulously. He looked at his watch.
"I just haven't had a chance to choose the right dress! I went to Ami's to choose it, but I don't know where everyone's head was! Especially yours!"she glared at him.
"Mine?"
She walked up to him, and shook her finger.
"Now, didn't I just give you my phone number! Several times! And I even asked you if I'd forgotten!"
He had no clue what she was talking about.
"I go to Ami's, and what do I find? Apparently, Zoicite bought her chocolates! Nephrite buys Lita flowers! And finally Jedeite goes to Rei's temple, and practically begs Rei to forgive him!"
She put her hands on her hips.
"And I haven't even so much as heard a single peep from you!"
"We just saw each other last night!"
"And everybody else this morning!"
"I've been busy."
He didn't know what the big deal was. She acted almost as if they were in a relationship. Wasn't he doing this as a friend? So she wouldn't get laughed at. She threw her hands in the air.
"Now, you're going to help me pick out the right dress!"
She brought out several dresses, and spread them out.
"Well!"
So now she was going to have him pick out the dress.
"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea."he said, and picked his keys.
"What are you talking about?"she exclaimed. "You can't back out now!"
"I know next to nothing about clothes, and besides, you seem to have gotten the wrong idea about things,"he said, beginning to get angry.
"I have no idea what you're talking about! Look, I'll finish getting ready in just a few minutes. I just have to put on the dress, and my make up. I'll try to be fast."
She grabbed the one closest. Really, what had he gotten himself in into! He should never have agreed to this! Not even to going to the dance! He sat down to wait for her.
"Well, I'm ready."she announced about twenty minutes later.
He looked up from the comic book he was reading. Well, maybe this wasn't such a bad idea. Maybe the only way to get her to choose a good dress was by making her mad, he thought to himself. She did look good in the orange evening dress. Her hair was up in its customary bow, as always, except instead of her usual red one, it was yellow, with a flower in the middle.
"Well, we have to get going, unless you want us to be late!"
"I'm not the one who took forever to dress! Let's go, then."
"Aren't you going to offer me your arm!"she asked, as he walked out.
He turned, and offer her his arm.
"Let me guess, you're friends from last night are probably going to be there?"he asked.
"Oh, no! I don't think so!"she said. "That's not very likely."