Supernatural Chocolate

The Silhouette of A Costume

"I'm sorry that I was loud in the hallway talking about your boobs." Sabrina mentioned for about the thousandth time. "I really didn't know I swear!"

"It's alright. I already told you that it's fine just drop it already ok?" I said while my cheeks burned with embarrassment. "No more talk about boo-"

"What? What about boobs?" A lecherous voice interrupted from somewhere between all the cars in the parking lot.

"Oh dear god no. Please don't tell me that HE was listening. Why did it have to be Mark?" Sabrina complained stressing the word he.

"Hey, I resent that statement! It's not like I was purposefully listening." Blond hair appeared from around the side of a big white truck. "Sabrina you're too loud for your own good. Plus you know I can't help but hone in on a conversation about boobs. I love them! Small ones, big ones, perky and tight, bouncy, small nip..." As the voice droned on the rest of the body appeared. Blonde hair was followed by blue eyes and a chiseled jawline with a smile that melted the panties off almost every girl at school. Mark's face was one good point towards him but his body wasn't anything to laugh at either. With broad shoulders and a rocking six pack his 6 ft. 3 in. was a towering hormone machine. He had grown from tall and lanky to taller and muscular.

"Mark shut up already!" Sabrina was blushing profusely from Mark's explicit explanation of boobs. His knowledge exceeded even what I knew about boobs and I actually had a pair.

"Mark please stop?" Sabrina was practically pleading on her knees.

"Oh fine." Mark stopped with a pout. "I don't understand why you're so embarrassed about them. You both have boobs." Mark just shrugged at his unknown mistake. "So you guys are going to the costume ball right?"

I couldn't help but groan at the clear excitement that lit Mark's face. "Do I have to?"

They both simultaneously responded "yes." Which Sabrina followed with, "don't worry it'll be great! You won't regret this."

"Fine I guess we can get ready at my house." I sighed defeated.

"Great ill go to my house and get the gowns." Sabrina started to turn towards her car when Mark interjected.

"So, can I get ready at your house too Mia? An extra pair of hands is always fun." Mark finished with a lecherous smirk.

"In your dreams." Sabrina retorted as she rolled her eyes and smacked him on the side of his head.

I turned away from their bickering with a laugh and started searching for my Jeep. In the nearly deserted parking lot it wasn't too difficult to spot. The dark royal blue exterior stood out like a gem. It had taken me months to convince my mother to cosign the Wrangler with me. I, of course, took care of all of the bills and gas so it wasn't too much of a hardship on my mother.

I stuck my key in the ignition and savored the purr of the engine I didn't think I would ever get tired of hearing it. I pulled out of the parking lot and was immediately filled with dread.

I didn't really want to go to the dance and I was left with an ominous feeling in the pit of my stomach

~

After I had gotten home I immediately began heating leftovers from the previous night. When Sabrina arrived she wouldn't be able to eat for the rest of the night.

The microwave beeped announcing that my sustenance was heated. As I eagerly took a bite of half heated spaghetti, the door bell rang, indicating that Sabrina had arrived sooner than I had predicted.

Although she supposed it wasn't too strange since Sabrina lived a few blocks away. She ran over to the door oblivious to the fact that she had spaghetti sauce dribbling out of the corner of her mouth.