Destiny is not a matter of chance, but a matter of choice. It is not a thing to be waited for, but a thing to be achieved
-William Jennings Bryant
"Well, how do I look?"
"Whatever kind of look you were going for, you missed."
"Thanks! So, what are you wearing?"
I am sitting on my bed at my condo, watching Janis flourish out of my ensuite bathroom. She is wearing a V-necked black dress enhanced by a red sash at the empire waist and knotted in the back, a trail of red flecks flutter down the right side. She sits at my vanity table she insisted that I needed, and that I rarely use, beginning to apply make-up.
"I'm not going."
"Oh, yes you are. Taylor's nice. If I wasn't with Lou, I'd just might date him."
She gives me a look through the mirror.
"Verb Confusion."
"Fragment."
"Ditto."
"Déjà vu."
"Moving on! How do I look?"
Gabriel enters my room in a flourish more royal-like than Janis had. She has piled her hair on top of her head, held up by numerous bobbypins and bubble-bump accessories. Her dress is a black floral print on white, jeweled empire waist, V-necked and five tails swing around her calves.
"Too many freaks, not enough circuses."
"She means you look gorgeous. I wish I had your hair!"
"What, this? It's too healthy to do anything with!"
Well, this day is going to be a total waste of make-up. I roll my eyes as they fuss with each others hairstyles. I shouldn't really sulk, as I would probably be in there with them had it not been for the event we were going to. After you and I had separated, I found my head. It was rolling down the drive trying to escape your presence. I didn't like what I felt when I was with you. You confused me. At first I was happy. Maybe you were what I was waiting for, but what if you left me?
When I was with you, I was a heap of emotions, constantly making a fool of myself, speaking sentences wrong. When I'm away from you, I felt better, like I could breathe again, but a longing ache to be around you lingered, leaving me feeling so alone. What had you done to me?
"So? What are you wearing? Oh, what about that simple, little black dress that I bought you?"
Janis shuffles through my closet, taking out a simple black dress. It had thick straps tapered to a crossed V at a jewel broach that holds the empire waist black sash. It, as well as the outer layer of the knee-length dress was made of a sheer, see-through black material I presumed as polyester. The layer beneath is a solid black polyester. The straps begin to thin as they pass over.
"Wow, that's pretty."
"Isn't it? I love it; the straps are attached at the back here by removable hooks, like a bra?" Janis unhooks one of the straps to show Gabriel.
"Oh, cool, so it can become a halter."
"Exactly!"
"You should definitely have it as a halter, Meg. Taylor loves your shoulders. This will enhance them."
Taylor loves my shoulders? How can someone love shoulders?
"Meg loves backs."
"Wow, it's like it's saying something!"
