Chicago Private School for the Deaf Chapter 6
A/N: So I kinda created a Pinterest account so I can pin things related to this story. It will include clothes, room decor, and other things pertaining to the story to provide a visual. It is under the same name as my account here on Fanfiction, so I hope you go and follow. With that aside, hope you guys like, please review with opinions :)
"So what are you wearing to this dinner tomorrow night?" Christina asks me while chewing her salad.
"What dinner tomorrow?" Uriah questions.
"Some business dinner our fathers and family are invited to attend," I answer.
"Ah sounds like fun," Uriah smiles and turns back to his lunch.
"I have no clue what I'm going to wear. What about you?" I answer Christina.
"I was going to go shopping today after school. You should come too and we'll shop together," Christina looks excited, maybe a little too excited for shopping.
"I'll text my mom and see what she says," I shake my head with a smile while pulling out my phone. I send my mom a text asking if I could go shopping with Christina after school and she replied back immediately with a sure and to drop by the house to pick up money.
"My mom said I can go after school, we just need to drop by my house for me to pick up money," I told Christina.
"Sounds good, I'll ask my mom if she can pick us both up and take us to your house then the mall," Christina clicks some buttons on her phone and then starts typing what I assume is a text to her mom.
It was right as she looked up, when I took my last bite of my lunch, that the bell rang, sending us to fifth period.
"I'll text you what my mom says," Christina picks up her empty salad dish as dumps it in the trash as she and Uriah leave for English after they say their goodbyes. I head to the locker room in hopes that practice will be easy for the first Friday of the school year.
*****time skip*****
"Hello Mrs. Washington," I greeted Christina's mom once I got into her car.
"Hello Tris, how have you been?"
"I've been good. Thank you for the ride home and then to the mall," I thanked her like my mother told me, even though I would not have let this go without thanks.
"Oh it's no problem sweetie," she waves me off and starts the car on its way to my house. I'm guessing that Christina and her mom are talking in the front, Christina took speech classes like me when she was little. I just sit in the back and look out the window at all the familiar trees and the neighborhood park.
*****time skip*****
"This would totally look cute on you," Christina signs before pulling a dress off of the rack she is shifting through.
I take a look at the dress she has in her hands. It's a black dress that seems to cling to the body with strap things covering the upper chest that doesn't look like it comes down very far past my butt.
"I don't think so," I shoot the dress down.
"Oh come on. At least try it on for me to see," Christina begs.
"No," I turn back to the racks to search. I can't find anything in the rack I'm looking through so I turn to search the next rack. Christina starts at the other end of the rack and we start to make our ways to the middle, occasionally pulling out dresses to get the other's opinion.
When Christina and I are just a few feet apart, getting closer to the middle, I come across a light blue lace dress. I pull it out off the rack and hold it up to my body, turning for Christina to take a look.
"That is totally you," she comments, "go try it on."
"You keep looking for yourself," I sign before looking around for the fitting rooms. I nod my head at the worker standing behind the desk at the entrance then make my way into the last dressing room to the right, locking the door behind me.
I slip the dress on and do the maneuver every girl has mastered to zip up my dress in the back. I look at myself in the mirror. The dress is a baby blue, halter neck, sort of hugs my torso and then flares out at the waist, completely lace, and ends at about mid thigh.
I open the door to my fitting room to look at myself in the 180 mirror that sits at the end of the hallway. Just as I step out of my room, Christina walks out of her room across the hall in a burgundy dress.
"Your dress is perfect," Christina signs with a smile on her face. She makes a little spin motion with her finger and I twirl around in front of her like a little girl. "Not too bad Tris."
"How about yourself! You look great," I sign and motion to her. Her dress is also a halter top, hugging her torso then flaring at the waist, with a large pleat in the middle of the skirt.
"I think these are our dresses," Christina signs with enthusiasm. We meet in the middle of the hallway and look at ourselves in the mirror. "We look hot," Christina signs and we laugh at her comment.
*****time skip*****
"Can Tris spend the night so we can get ready together tomorrow?" Christina asks her mom after she picks us up.
"If Tris's parents are fine with it you know we are always happy to have her over," Mrs. Washington replies.
"I'm going to text my mom while we drive back to my house," I add before getting into the backseat of the car.
Right as we turn the corner onto my street my mother responds saying that I can spend the night at Christina's but I have to be ready for my parents to pick me up from her house in the afternoon so we can arrive at the dinner as a complete family.
I tap Christina's shoulder and she turns around to face me. "My mom said I can spend the night," I sign.
"Sweet," Christina signs back and then turns back around to inform her mom.
After we get to my house, Christina and I go to my room so she can help me make sure I pack everything I will need, while our moms talk downstairs about normal mom stuff probably.
"So you really just need pajamas and some clean comfy clothes to wear tomorrow. I have the perfect pair of shoes to go with your dress, it's a good thing we are the same size. Oh and I will do your makeup and hair," Christina gets lost signing away a story book as I just ignore her, nodding my head every so often.
"All done," I sign and show Christina the contents of my overnight bag.
"Perfect, let's go," she signs and hurries out of my bedroom. I turn the lights off and shut the door behind me before meeting Christina at the top of the stairs. We smile at each other before I start to make my way downstairs first with Christina not too far behind.
Our mothers are sitting at the stools we have around our big island in the kitchen talking when Christina and I walk in. They both turn to look at us at the same time.
"Do you have everything honey?" my mom questions.
"Yes ma'am," I sign back.
"We'll have fun then. We will be at their house around 4:45 to pick you up tomorrow," my mother informs me.
"It was good talking to you Natalie," Mrs. Washington says goodbye to my mother and we all go back to her car.
"We were planning on having breakfast for dinner if that's okay with you Tris," Mrs. Washington says before pulling out of my driveway.
"That sounds good," I answer with a smile. Christina's mom is a very good cook, and we can all only hope it has rubbed off onto Christina too. Christina's dad holds a very high up position in my dad's oil company. It is a big company, known worldwide, so it has provided our family with a lot of money. That helped when I was younger and had to partake in several expensive professional therapies to aid in my loss of hearing.
Now the money pays for our big 6 bedroom, 2 story home, my private school, anything we could want, and still we have enough left over to give to a new charity every month. This dinner tomorrow night is to thank the company my father has paired up with, who increased the income that we can start to give to 2 charities a month now.
Soon enough, we arrive at the Washington household. Like my own, it is large in size. When we all get inside, Christina and I take off to her room until they begin dinner. Christina's room is just like her, bright, colorful, and a slight mess. She walks past the small pile of tshirts on the floor without a blink of an eye, right to her bed. I follow suit and we plop down together.
Christina and I end up talking all afternoon until her little sister, Rosie, comes to get us for dinner. All 3 of us girls walk downstairs to their informal dining room together, and take our normal seats. It is easy to know that I spend a lot of time here because there is no confusion as to where I sit at the table, and it is also like that for Christina at my house.
We all give thanks before passing our plates around the table to get every desired food onto our plate. Much like my own dinner table, it is quiet as we eat.
"So Tris," Mr. Washington starts, "how has the first week of high school treated you?"
"I guess it's been pretty normal," I answer.
"That's good," Mr. Washington nods his head in approval before turning back to his plate. We all finish eating, with a little small talk here and there.
I take my dirty dishes to the kitchen and rinse off my syrupy plate before leaving it in the sink. Christina does the same and we wash our hands, then go back to her room.
"So do you wanna watch TV?" she asks after she closes her bedroom door.
"Sounds good," I reply and search her sheets for the remote. We find it and both agree on the marathon of Say Yes to the Dress.
Eventually, we both grow tired and begin to yawn. I get off the bed and change into my pajamas then go to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth.
I exit the bathroom as a drowsy Christina enters. "I'll see you in the morning. Goodnight," I say. I go back into Christina's room and snuggle up under the covers on my side of her queen size bed and drift off to sleep before she even comes back to the room to turn the lights off.
A/N: more eventful things are going to start happening soon, I promise :) follow, favorite, and review please :)))))