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"This is so going to be your colour!" Justin exclaimed from the other side of the door of the dressing room. I came out and smiled at him.
"How do I look?"
He smirked, "Oh, you look fab, hun! If...you were Papa Smurf, now go try on something else."
Oh, just what a girl wants to hear, I thought to myself.
"But you said it was my colour," I said, angry at him for making me try on a stupid dress and then make fun of me.
"Nobody is perfect, I got to work it, everybody makes mistakes," he sang, loudly to me in tune.
I rushed back into the dressing room again, and I looked through the dresses that he had picked out for me. Red, to yellow and black, striped to pokadots...that was how it went for a while, until I got to one certain dress that I declared I needed.
I posed, leaning up against the wall and slowing opened the door. Justin turned to me.
"Babe, I may be gay but I might become straight, just for you," he adjusted his glasses. Oh crap! I thought, I don't have any money, I forgot!
"I might be wearing Prada, but I have nada cash," I reminded him, looking into my pockets.
"Don't worry! It will be my Christmas present to you! Plus it's not Prada, duh," Justin rolled his eyes at me and pulled out- what I can only say was a man purse and pulled out- some money.
After we bought my dress, we mostly shopped for him, but of course; I still enjoyed it. I looked at Justin's watch. 5:22PM
"Violet!" Sunday greeted from down the hallway, sprinting towards us.
"Hmm?" I questioned her urgency.
"The third task," she smiled, and practically dragged me away from Justin. I looked over my shoulder and waved Goodbye, smiling.
We all sat in a cozy cafe...or club? There was no bar or anything, but it did kind of look like a club, it was dark-ish and there were blue lights under the tables and chairs. I still didn't get the- Oh look! They brought Chewie, I didn't even notice.
"Aww, Chewie!" I smiled and hugged him, fiercly. It was just Sunday, April, Ryan and me at the table at that point.
"Wow, nice outfit," Ryan complimented, and Sunday cleared her throat, but she didn't need to anyways, because I found Mr. Smiley's face really kind of stalker looking.
"So, anyways, where is everybody else?" I asked Sunday.
"They will be here any minute," she smiled at me, and suddenly the stage in front of us lit up.
"So the task is...?" I questioned, petting Chewie.
Oh, that reminded me of the things I bought for him with the extra money I had. I took out some classes- which were for dogs- and gave them to Chewie, which fit him perfectly.
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Escape this world.
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