Friction

The Dress

"Have you ever been to a party on the beach? No. I didn't think so. Quit complaining and come on. We literally just graduated and you're already planning for more school."

It was mid June and we had just finished our last day of high school, but I wasn't really in the mood to party.

Ashlee pulled me to her massive walk in closet and stood between me and the door. It still amazed me every time I entered her closet that someone could possibly own so many clothes.

"You are not leaving until you pick something cute. And actually put it on." She smirked at me giving me one of those so deal with it attitudes.

I glared at her. She was my best friend, but sometimes she made me get so mad at her. "Why do you even want to go to this stupid party. We don't even know anyone there." I ran my hands across her clothes and looked at her annoyed. "And are you saying I don't dress cute?"

"I'm just saying you could use a little perking up. Besides there's probably gonna be super hot surfer dudes or college guys. And who doesn't love a hot guy on the beach?"

The difference between me and Ashlee was very simple. She dated. I didn't. I enjoyed a nice read on my back porch or in my hammock and she enjoyed high school parties and boys. Don't get me wrong. I enjoy boys too, but I never felt the need to date someone I could never picture myself with for the rest of my life.

"Here." She handed me a pink silk dress. I took it and held it to me, silently admiring it.

"I've never seen you wear this. How come?" I turned around to face the mirror that was at the end of her closet. I never wore dresses like this. Then again, I never wore dresses. It was so simple and yet I loved it without even putting it on.

"I don't know. Never really had an occasion." She smiled at the sight that I might actually like it. "Put it on! Put it on!" Ashlee quickly scurried out of the closet and shut the door behind her. I continued to just look in the mirror at myself and the dress. I still couldn't understand what it was that made me love the dress. It was simple. I liked simple.

I slid down my shorts, took off my shirt, and quickly put on the dress. It went about three inches above my knees in the front and half way down my calves in the back. It had a simple chord around the mid stomach, but other than that it was plain. A soft, hot pink that really complimented the style.

"Wow. C, you look hot." I turned around and smiled to Ashlee. She had also gotten dressed in a purple dress with flowers scattered across it. "Get excited. Please. It'll be fun. I promise." She smiled so big. Something about dragging me to parties and social events excited her and I never got why.

No matter how pretty the dress was I couldn't get excited. Social interaction just wasn't my thing. Who needs a party when you can read a book and or watch Netflix?

We spent the next two hours doing our hair and makeup. Well Ashlee did. I brushed through my hair once and let it fall as it was. My hair, brown, went just below my shoulders. Ashlee had dirty blonde hair that was long and beautiful. She ALWAYS looked good. Guys were constantly drooling at her feet. She was just that kind of girl. And I was just, me.

"I'm bringing a book and I don't care what you say." I grabbed my book titled Safe and held it close just in case she tried to take it. I had already read the book twice but I believed in the whole "third times a charm" saying. Rereading a book made me feel like it was my life. I already new each character so well and I was able to imagine they're actions because I understood them better. It made me feel more connected.

"Do you know how much fun you could have if you actually tried? Come on." She walked out of her room and I slowly followed. This wasn't very exciting for me. I knew for a fact there would be alcohol and probably a lot of people hooking up. Which wasn't exactly my cup of tea. I'd only ever kissed two guys my whole life. Reese Turner in 6th grade and Alec Moss freshman year. Neither were enjoyable.

The minute Ashlee was swept away I planned on finding some quiet place to read. Nothing good ever comes from parties with underage drinking and no supervision.

Right?