Linger

T W O

"So, what do we think, dark blue or light blue?"

"I don't know, Chels. What if we don't even get asked?" Alice's voice sounded through the speaker of my phone.

"So? We don't need a date to look cute at the winter formal," Chelsea replied. "Just the right dress."

"We have each other anyway," I said with a smile as I tapped my pencil at my desk.

Sasha scoffed, playfully rolling her eyes. "Well, that was deep & cute."

I laughed, turning around to see her. 

She snatched my phone from my desk in front of me and plopped herself on my bed. 

We were doing a three-way call with Chelsea & Alice, while Sasha & I were studying at my place. And to us, studying meant calling each other even though we just saw each other two hours ago just to talk even more. Tonight, we were discussing the upcoming winter formal.

"No, but seriously guys, what color dress should I get? If I can narrow down the colors, then picking the style would be easier." Chelsea's voice said through the speaker.

"Red." Sasha nodded confidently.

"Red?" I turned to her in confusion. 

"Guys love red." She shrugged.

"Wait. Should we all wear red?" Chelsea asked. 

"Ew, no!" Sasha immediately shook her head. "We can't all match at the winter formal." 

"I think it'd be kinda cute," Alice spoke up. 

"We are not matching at the winter formal," Sasha insisted.

"What if I want to look as cute as you?" I asked her playfully.

She rolled her eyes, yet a smile grew on her lips. "Fine. Only if we absolutely can not find anything else to wear," she said sternly, holding her finger in the air. "Matching is the last resort!"

"Can't wait." I smirked at her. 

"I hate you," she mumbled, causing me to giggle. 

"When is this thing anyway?" Chelsea's voice asked through the speaker.

"Two weeks?" Alice guessed.

I knitted my eyebrows. "I thought it was in four weeks."

"Six weeks!" Sasha exclaimed, sitting up. "It's in six weeks. Not . . like . . . I've been counting down or anything . . ." she finished with a weak laugh.

"We only have six weeks to find the perfect dress?!" Chelsea cried.

"We only have six weeks to find the perfect date," Sasha corrected.

My mind instantly jumped to Mr. Hayden. But it wasn't long before the more rational side of me instantly shot that possibility down. Going to the winter formal with my history teacher? Get real, Maddie.

But then . . . who was I supposed to go with? Did I even want to go with anyone else?

"Oooh! We got a new catalogue in today," Sasha's voice broke me out of my thoughts. "I'll bring it to school tomorrow." 

"Catalogue for what?" Alice asked. "Dates?"

We all burst into giggles. 

"If only." Sasha rolled her eyes. "Dresses. You guys have to see them! They're to die for."

"A catalogue for dates isn't a bad idea . . ." I trailed off.

"We know who Sasha would order . . ." Chelsea sang, causing us all to burst into giggles again.