Ring of Love

Hallucinations

Ally's pov:

We didn't see Sophia for the rest of the day after the encounter with her boyfriend.

Granted, the three of us took four-hour naps shortly after we freshened up when we got back and decided to order a pizza to the dorm because we were too lazy to walk to the dining hall.

Yes, it's a five-minute walk...

No, I don't want to talk about it.

Now, it's nearing 10 o'clock, and I'm doing the final touches on my makeup.

From behind me, Claire walks into the room, whistling as she takes in my outfit, "Damn Ally, remind me to take a shopping trip in your closet. Where do you find all these cute dresses?" She asks.

I look down at my dark, green dress, which is much different than my go-to pink dresses that I use any excuse to wear on a night out.

"You know you're always welcome to take any of my dresses, my sister does it all the time."

Ella was always the more tomboy-ish out of the two of us, and never had many dresses of her own, and since we practically have the same body figure, she was able to fit in any of my dresses.

Although when she did wear my dresses, there was a rare chance that it was any color other than navy, grey, or black. I told her to wear one of my pink dresses once, and she practically looked at me as if I told her to job off a bridge.

That was probably the biggest difference between the two of us, I was always overdressed, and she was always underdressed for the occasion. It made going out for family dinners all the more fun!

It still amazes me that I was able to fit most of my clothes in the closet that they provided us. I was almost considering pleading with the RA to steal another dresser from an unoccupied room, even if it kills me, because my noddle-arms will certainly give out before I make it.

It would have been worth it though.

Since it's only the beginning of September, I just leave my bin of sweaters under my bed to save room.

"How is your sister by the way?" Claire asks, fixing her hair in her vanity mirror, as I stand at mine. I think back to the group chat with my friends and instantly shiver at the memory.

They are all still blowing up the group chat, even after I told them every possible detail that I could tell them.

Although I did decide to refrain from telling them that I'd be going out again with him tonight because I do in fact value my sanity and phone battery.

My phone buzzes from where I threw it on my bed, and I look to see a message from Axel.

Axel: I know I'm early, but I'm here. Take your time though.

I can't help the blush that spreads to my face as I hold my phone to my chest.

"Is that a text from lover boy?" Claire teases, while looking at me through the mirror of her vanity.

I turn my back towards her so she can't see my blush, "He's here, but he told us not to rush." I don't play into her teasing, but she doesn't seem to care because she just laughs to herself, clearly going to enjoy keeping her eyes on us tonight.

Most girls would want their best friend to play wing woman at a time like this, but I'm a bit afraid of what having a wing woman like Claire would entail.

I love her and all, but I don't think I'll ever not be afraid of what she can do when she puts her mind to it.

I quickly text a response back to Axel, telling him that we will be down in a few minutes before texting Zoe and letting her know that we are about ready to head down.