Oh, Heather

Chapter Nineteen

It was a week before the party, they were all shopping for outfits. 

“I don’t really like dresses. I hate the way they feel on my skin.” Miley said, pushing through the dresses that were displayed on the rack.
“You could just wear a button up or something, you don’t have to wear a dress.” Heather said.
“Oooh. I’ll do that.” She replied. “But I don’t have any button ups.” 
“That’s why we’re shopping, Miley.” Leo said.
“Oh right.”

Heather smiled as Miley charged for the dress shirts, scanning through all of the racks.

“Are you guys gonna go look at suits?” Heather asked.
“We were gonna wait for you guys.”
“You guys go. I’ll stay with Miley. Just meet us back here whenever you get your suits, yeah?”
“Alright.”

They smiled at each other and walked off towards the suits. Heather walked up to Miley, who had an image pulled up on her phone.

“What’re you looking for?” She asked.
“I want a black dress shirt thing, but none of these are pretty.” She said.
“Would you rather look in the men’s section? They probably have something.”
“I don’t like the way that men’s clothes fit.” 
“Do you wanna check out a different store then?” She asked.
“Sure. We can go wherever you are getting your dress.”

“Okay.” She smiled. “Vance and Leo are getting suits right now, so I’ll just text Leo and tell him where we are.”
“Alright. You never showed me what dress you were getting.” 
“That’s because I don’t know what dress I’m getting.” She joked. “I know I want a red dress, but that’s it.”
“We can pick one for you together!” Miley exclaimed, putting her hands on her hips.
“Okay then.” She laughed.

Heather eventually found a dress she liked. It was a dark red, velvety, low cut, v-neck dress that fell just past her knees. It was off-the-shoulder and had long, bell bottom sleeves that seemed much longer on her arms than she anticipated. Miley found a black dress shirt and a pair of black dress pants that she really liked. 

“Isn’t that a bit fancy for a party?” Miley asked.
“Probably. But I really like the dress. Plus, I can wear it to fancy events now.”
“And what fancy events are you going to be attending?” Leo asked, peering around the corner.
“I don’t know. But I will now be attending some soon.”

The three laughed, walking back to Vance’s car.

“I still don’t think Vance should have his license.” Miley said, climbing into the backseat.
“I only get minor road rage.”
“Minor? Sure, we’ll go with that.” Heather added.
“Well, If people knew how to drive I wouldn’t get road rage.”
“You can’t blame the other drivers for your bad driving habits.”
“Yes I can.” He smiled, driving off.

By the time Heather made it home, it was around 8 pm. Her mother was already off to work and Corey was already in bed. She placed her bag on the counter, peeling off a sticky note from the counter.

“Sorry I didn’t leave a call, my phone was dead. Your brother should be in bed, and you better be when I get there. Hope you had fun with your friends. Love, mom.” She whispered.

She laughed quietly, basketball tossing the sticky note in the trash. It bounced off the edge, falling to the floor.

“Oh come on.” She groaned, throwing it back into the trash.