Behind closed doors

Chapter IV: Reunions and Reflections

A/N Oki dokes so it's back to Amy's POV unless explicitly stated otherwise it's ALWAYS Amy's POV.

Jane drove me home after we talked things out. When we arrived at my complex, Jane walked me to my apartment as she always does. Jane greeted me with an intimate hug, before she left to go home. I entered my apartment and walked to my room.

A wall of memories stood before me.

I used to have a lot of friends in high school. They were all super wonderful...I miss them. With Wendy's constant harassment towards the end of my high school years, I withdrew from the friendships that mattered. Before me stood a wall covered in polaroids of me and those long-lost friends, a wall adorned with memories. In every single one of these frozen moments, I was happy, but behind the scenes, I was tormented to the point where I could barely take it.

These moments, supposedly happy memories angered me. I wasn't happy in them. I tore all the photos off in a blind fit of rage and threw them into a box. I collapsed onto the floor and sobbed.

I missed my friends...

I once again woke up on the floor. The ringing of my phone caught me off guard. I didn't have anything planned today, did I? I got up from the floor and walked over to the ringing phone. I picked up the phone and heard Jane's voice. "Good morning." she greeted, with enthusiasm. "Oh hi, Jane, what's up?" I replied, trying to sound casual.

"Is it okay if I pick you up a bit later? I over slept, so I'm running a bit late. I'll pick you up at 11:30 okay." Jane rambled, as the realization hit me. We're supposed to go dress shopping today.

I immediately rushed to my bathroom. I turned the faucet of the shower on and began to brush my teeth, as the water pouring from the shower transitioned from cold to warm. When I finished, I let my hair down, undressed, and I hopped into the shower. I scrubbed my self clean and washed my hair.

After my shower I felt surprisingly content with myself. I got dressed, wearing a long sleeved shirt, leggings and slip on shoes. Not very fashionable, but I'm not going through too much effort, just to constantly change.

A knock came from my door, I put my hair up in a ponytail, as I stumbled over to the door. "Hi Jane." I greeted Jane, who stood before me. "Hey Ames." she exclaimed. She walked with me to the car. We drove to this extremely elegant dress shop.

"Okay so, the event is formal. We're looking for floor length gowns. The color theme is white and dark green, so just try to stick to those colors." she explained, as we walked into the store.

The store was filled with elaborate, stunning dresses. None of them had any price tags on. A dress immediately caught my eye. An elegant off-the-shoulder gown. It was "roycroft bottle green." It had a fitted bodice that accentuated the waist, a high leg slit, and was floor length.

I took the dress off the rack and ran to Jane. "Jay, what do we think of this?" I asked, as I held the dress against me. "Hmmm...I'm not quite sure, go to the dressing room and try it on." she suggested, as she continued to scan the rack for a dress.

I tried on the dress. It flowed perfectly against my body, and the green complemented my eyes. I called Jane into the dressing room, to hear her opinion on the dress. She entered the dressing room and stood behind me, evaluating the dress. "Okay, let's see. It's floor length, it's a bit long. We'll just get it tailored for you. The color is good, it really compliments your eyes, skin, and hair." she whispered in my ear, leaning into the crevice of my neck. "It accentuates your waist, pushes your breasts up perfectly and your shoulders were made for a gown like this, off-the-shoulder. Hmm and this slit, oh it can provide some more mobility and flexibility." she said, her hands traveling up and down my sides, moving up to my shoulders.