"Her or me?" A tear rolled down Michelle's puffy cheek, "You have to make a decision."
For Michelle, life has always been about control-control in the studio, in her friendships, and even in the secrets she hides. But with an unexpected pregnancy...
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Michelle pulls a suitcase into our room. She has an enthusiastic smile on her face, and I can tell that she's up to something. She struts in without permission, swinging her ponytail behind her.
"Michelle, w- what is this about?" I decide to ask her.
She rests the suitcase against my bed before turning to us with a grin on her face.
"Look, I may or may not have found us an excuse to have fun tonight." She explains, "Turns out there's this Halloween-themed party underneath the first floor, and we have to go!"
"Wait... Halloween?" Richelle questions her, "But that isn't till next month."
"So? I guess this place likes to celebrate early." Michelle shrugs. "But, it's like super, super secretive, and you have to have a pass in order to get in."
"So it's sketchy." Richelle says.
"And so what if it is?"
"We're competing this weekend, Michelle." Richelle reminds her, "We can't be going to some sketchy party right now, especially not with you."
Michelle rolls her eyes. "Richelle, have some fun for once, seriously! You're competing on Sunday– that's two days away! Why can't you just put dance out of your mind for once and actually enjoy your life?"
She continues, "A Halloween party is an excuse to go crazy."
"Michelle, you're here with Emily." I decide to remind her, "And you're heavily pregnant."
"So I can't have fun because I'm pregnant? Is that what you're saying?"
"It depends on what sort of fun you're talking about." I tell her.
She giggles slightly. "Don't worry, I won't do anything too crazy!"
Richelle folds her arms over her chest, saying, "Plus, we don't even have anything to wear."
A smirk appears on Michelle's face, and she immediately pulls the suitcase towards her, throwing it on the floor and opening the zip. Both Richelle and I watch as she rummages through it, throwing its contents onto the floor.
I notice the colourful makeup, the numerous pairs of heels, and the glittery costumes inside. It looks like she came prepared, but I don't want to be a part of this.
"You really didn't think I'd plan ahead?" She winks.
"Michelle, you didn't?!" Richelle can't believe what she's seeing.
"You can choose whatever you want to wear."
"There's so much." Richelle examines what's in front of us.
"I told you that I came prepared."
Richelle's eyes widen. "There's coming prepared and there's coming prepared. This is crazy!"
