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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 03:11 pm (UTC)From:When they'd first met Rachel and theorised that Zoe was just as messed up as she was, but over the months she'd known her, Zoe had proved that wasn't the case. Zoe was stronger than she was, Zoe dealt with things better than she did. Except for now, except for this. Maybe Rachel had been right to start with.
Zoe forced herself to straighten up, though her muscles felt strung so tightly she thought she might snap her own bones just trying to move them.
Danny's promise wasn't reassuring, but it wasn't threatening either, and right now that felt huge. Zoe reminded herself (her voice still screamingly loud in her own head) that only this morning Rachel had said she wasn't going to hurt her, she didn't want to be that kind of person. And she didn't seem like she was acting like the kind of person that would hurt her, right now, either.
"Yes, something bad," Zoe said, though she wasn't talking about the funeral they'd seen. She was talking about what she was afraid they'd all find out: that she was psychic too. She who once boasted about it once to the Sisterhood but that was before - before the reality of the world had really sunk in. How could she be so scared of something now that she'd once boasted about?
Let them think he'd seen something bad, something in her past no one could change. Let them think that while she bought herself some time. (It was half true - there were bad things in her past no one could change, Cai just hadn't seen them.)
"I know s'not fair," Zoe said, voice thin as a reed. "But I can't talk 'bout it. Not..." Not today, not now, not ever. "Yet," she said, freaking herself out again with that last word.