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Rachel and Zoe both showered at Rachel's house, because it was much closer to the cinema where they were meeting the boys. Though Zoe had bought her own change of clothes, Rachel pleaded with Zoe to let her dress her.
"Seriously?" Zoe asked, very sceptical about this arrangement.
"Pleeaaase," Rachel pleaded. "Come on, the number of times I've stolen your clothes, or Danny's. It's only fair."
"Are you going to put me in skinny jeans?" Zoe asked.
"My jeans would stop half way down your calves," Rachel said, taking Zoe's question as an absolute yes. "And they would never fit over your butt." She rifled through her wardrobe till she found a dress, bright sunny yellow and belted in black.
"No," said Zoe.
Rachel smiled, and threw the dress at Zoe's face.
"I'm under the impression you still think today is a double date," Zoe said, giving Rachel a very serious look. "It very much isn't."
"I heard you!" Rachel was still in her closet, finding something for herself. "You can think whatever you like. But you should still wear that dress. Because you are my friend and that is a gift."
"It's so bright," Zoe complained.
"Yup, it doesn't suit me at all. I will never ever wear it in a million years because it belongs to you now."
Hell, thought Zoe. Why not?
She did have to admit, once the dress was on, that it looked pretty great. "I look like a Hufflepuff," she said, instead.
"No one is going to mistake you for a Hufflepuff," Rachel said. She was pulling on dark skinny jeans, so tight it made her legs look like pipe cleaners. "Can I peer pressure you into some make up?" she asked, her tongue out as her fingers forced the buttons of her fly through the stiff fabric.
Zoe laughed. "Thought not," grumbled Rachel. At least she knew when to pick her battles.
They made it to the cinema before the boys, even though Rachel had spent so much time getting her lips right. Zoe kept brushing her hands over her skirt while they waited; she hadn't worn a skirt that wasn't part of the school uniform in a long time. Almost as long as she'd last been to the movies, probably.
She felt weird to be here. Out of place. Like she was playing at being a normal teenager but everyone could see right through her.
"Seriously?" Zoe asked, very sceptical about this arrangement.
"Pleeaaase," Rachel pleaded. "Come on, the number of times I've stolen your clothes, or Danny's. It's only fair."
"Are you going to put me in skinny jeans?" Zoe asked.
"My jeans would stop half way down your calves," Rachel said, taking Zoe's question as an absolute yes. "And they would never fit over your butt." She rifled through her wardrobe till she found a dress, bright sunny yellow and belted in black.
"No," said Zoe.
Rachel smiled, and threw the dress at Zoe's face.
"I'm under the impression you still think today is a double date," Zoe said, giving Rachel a very serious look. "It very much isn't."
"I heard you!" Rachel was still in her closet, finding something for herself. "You can think whatever you like. But you should still wear that dress. Because you are my friend and that is a gift."
"It's so bright," Zoe complained.
"Yup, it doesn't suit me at all. I will never ever wear it in a million years because it belongs to you now."
Hell, thought Zoe. Why not?
She did have to admit, once the dress was on, that it looked pretty great. "I look like a Hufflepuff," she said, instead.
"No one is going to mistake you for a Hufflepuff," Rachel said. She was pulling on dark skinny jeans, so tight it made her legs look like pipe cleaners. "Can I peer pressure you into some make up?" she asked, her tongue out as her fingers forced the buttons of her fly through the stiff fabric.
Zoe laughed. "Thought not," grumbled Rachel. At least she knew when to pick her battles.
They made it to the cinema before the boys, even though Rachel had spent so much time getting her lips right. Zoe kept brushing her hands over her skirt while they waited; she hadn't worn a skirt that wasn't part of the school uniform in a long time. Almost as long as she'd last been to the movies, probably.
She felt weird to be here. Out of place. Like she was playing at being a normal teenager but everyone could see right through her.
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Date: 2014-04-27 12:38 pm (UTC)From:Cai felt himself being pulled but there was no part of his brain that remembered where he was, nor any part that could have worked out it was Zoe. He made a strangled noise as he turned and, with all his strength, shoved her backwards.
The couch hit the back of Zoe's knees and she fell backwards onto it, her adrenaline high as all her senses screamed warnings at her. She was up on her feet a moment later, but Cai kept moving backwards, step by step with his hands clenched into tight fists in his hair, his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth open like he was screaming, but not one sound was coming out.
"What's happening?!" Rachel demanded, her voice high pitched and panicked as the boys around her just exploded.
"It's okay!" Zoe yelled at Rachel - she had to yell, to be heard over Danny. Clearly it wasn't okay but she needed to make sure Rachel wasn't going to flip out too. "Try and calm him down! Don't touch him though!"
Rachel nodded at her, eyes wide with fear but she dropped down onto the floor near Danny anyway, talking to him on her hands and knees. "Danny? Danny it's Rachel! It's okay, nothing's happening!"
Cai had gone backwards till he hit the far wall of the lounge, which he'd used to slide to the floor. At least he wasn't screaming, Zoe thought, but he didn't look good. His eyes were still closed tight as anything and his hair was pulled taut between his fists and scalp. She could see his body rippling in revulsion and she wondered with brief horror if this is what she looked like when she had a vision.
But he wasn't seizing, not like she did. She put one knee on the floor in front of him so she was down at his level. "Cai," she said firmly. "Cai, open your eyes."