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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 12:55 pm (UTC)From:Cai had his back against the wall, his eyes squeezed shut so tightly as if to block out the world, and oh god did Danny know that feeling. Zoe was right. Something had happened, but it had happened to both of them.
He wrapped his arms around himself tightly, his body still shuddering with horror. "Shit. Cai." Slowly he walked forward until he was kneeling beside Zoe. And even though his face was wet with his own tears, he called out to his brother. "Cai! Cai it's okay!" It wasn't okay, but maybe it could be?