Name Blame, the Bonding Game

Trouble in the Boulevard

Marisa-

"You can't stay mad at her forever." Kristi says as we shop at the mall, Kristi, Luci, and Jasmine have staged an intervention. Jasmine and Luci are with Isadora Hamilton, and I've got Kristi, she is the most stubborn member of our group. Well, aside from Isadora and myself. Luci and Jasmine are more easily swayed.

"Oh yeah?" I ask her, "Watch me." I tell her shuffling through the dresses for the Saint Valentines Day dance. "What about this?"

"You're evading the questions and reason we're here."

"I know, but seriously, what about this one?" I ask her holding up a red dress.

"I think you're more of a pink person, but that dress is amazing." She answers.

"Well, why don't you wear it then?" I tell her handing it over and skim through the rest of the racks. As I'm sliding down the racks looking for a dress I bump into someone. "Sorry." I immediately blurt out by pure habit.

"Keaton." The voice I'd been avoiding  greets me, I hear the cold undertone.

"Hamilton." I answer as I continue walking. I skip the section she was in and immediately continue skimming.

"Miss Keaton, you've got a desk call." One of the store employees says. I nod following to the desk.

"Marisa Keaton?" The person on the other end of the receiver asks.

"This is she, may I ask who's calling?"

"My name is Jeffery Campbell, I'm with Kimbleton's Design Studio, we'd like to design a dress for you to wear to Prom this coming year."

"I'm sorry, I've already got a fashion designer who's designing my dress." I tell him, "I am however in the market for a Valentines Day dress for a dance with my boyfriend, we will have to have correlating outfits. I will have to run it through my consultant and designer, I'll put you in touch with my consultant." I give them the number of Martin, my clothing consultant and hang up. "Thank you." I tell the employee and walk back to the racks to continue shopping, just for fun, since it looks as if my clothing will be custom.

"Hey, what was that about?"

"Some design studio wants to design my Valentines dance dress." I tell Kristi since she's now alone in the shop.

"OMG! Tell me everything," She squeals happily jumping up and down.

"People are staring." I tell her

"IKR IDK" She answers.

"The store got a call, since it is my favorite shop in the whole city. I guess the studio thought I'd be here on a beautiful Friday afternoon. I got the offer, I forwarded them to my consultant. End of story. Oh, and the outfit has to match or go with an outfit for Ivan."

"AWWWW!!!!!" She squeals again.

"Again, calm, breath, inside voices, and English please." I tell her. I get a call on my cell.

Ivan <3

"We were just talking about you."

"All good I hope."

"Nothing but the best." I assure him, "How would you like a tailor made suit for the Dance?"

"The dance?" He asks. "You mean the one I still haven't asked you to?"

"Yeah, that one." I tell him.

"I'm listening." He says. I then launch into an explanation on where this is coming from, "So what do you say?"

"Can I ever say no to you?"

"Sure you can, you just never have." I tell him. "So is that a yes?"

"Like I'd ever say no to you." He says, "Are you almost done shopping, we've got a date tonight."

"We're in the last store, I'll be home within the hour, ready by five like I promised."

"See you then." He says, "Love you."

"I love you."

 We hang up and I purchase the few things that I had found.

"You two are too adorable for words." Kristi says as we head out to our car. I start the car and she climbs in, I look at the back window to back out of the spot, someone has written all over the back window. "PROM???"

"I will kill her." I tell Kristi as I look through the writing and head home to drop her off. She gets out at the gate and I head back to my house. I get ready for the date, he said casual, so I put on a simple black and white casual dress and black sandals, I pick up my favorite black and white wristlet and head out phone in hand.

"Where are you off to?" my brother asks.

"I've got a date, unlike some people."

"Have fun, and stay out of trouble. Call me if you need anything."

"I will I promise, I'll be back by eleven." I tell him heading out to meet the car Ivan sent to pick me up. He said he had to set up.

"Hello Miss Keaton." The driver greets.

"Good evening." I greet cheerily as I get in the passenger seat. "Can you tell me where we're going, or have you been sworn to secrecy?" I ask him as he drives out of the driveway.

"Sorry Miss, I cannot say. Radio?"

"K-Love please." I tell him. The familiar radio station comes on and I hum along as I listen.

"Here we are ma'am, Mr. Blakely says he will take you home." The driver says as I get out.

"Thank you." I tell him as I close the door and look around for Ivan.

Nothing could prepare me for what I saw in front of me.