Meleven is my OPT obvi, but here's how "Meleven" happened how I imagine it.
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BTW: if you have not watched stranger things you will not know what's happening at all so....
If you did watch stranger things my story will not take place...
A few days passed and now its time to get my dress for the dance. "Mom, can we go now?" I ask my mom while I'm in the car. "I'm coming!" My mom tells at me by the front door.
*in car*
"Mom?" I ask, with a soft voice. "Yes?" She asks with a soft voice. "Nevermind" I say. "You can tell me anything." She says.
"Well, it's that, Mike's an new guy, he doesn't know anything about me, what if this turns out wrong?" I say, playing with the spike charm bracelet I got in 5th grade by my ex- best friend.
"Well, if he doesn't like you for you..." she pauses as my phone rings. I answer. "Hello?" I ask. "Hey beautiful." Mike's voice said. "Can I call you back? I'm in the car with my mom." I ask. "Promise?" He asks. "Promise." I answer smiling. He hangs up before me. I'm still smiling. "Who was that." Mom asks. "Dustin." I lie. "He was asking if I could bring his comic book back to school for him." "Okay." Mom says. We pull up to the dress shop. "Blessed Dresses" is the stores name. Is corny I think. Does it really have to rhyme? We walk in and the walls are COVERED in glitter and pink and it just makes me sick. I really don't like pink. I'm more of a black and gray kinda girl. -25 MINUTES INTO SHOPPING- After 25 minutes of dress shopping we FINALLY found the one. It was blue, with diamonds going down the torso, and ending in a big, flowy, bottom. I took a picture and sent it to my friend Elizabeth, she's good at choosing clothing.
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Sorry for the blue on the sides, I got the pic of Google and it had an arm in the pic, I just wanted the dress so I had to edit it.) -messeges- Me- I'm going to a school dance, what about this dress? Liz- Umm... Me- what? Liz- your going to a dance?! Me-....... Liz- that's a big dress Me- what do you mean? Liz- your 13 years old Me- so Liz- and you don't even wear dresses, your like a ripped- jeans and big t- shirts kinda girl. Me- so, it's just once. Liz- I'm sad now Me- why Liz- I didn't get asked. Me- lol Liz- send a pic of what he looks like. Me- okay (We were playing around with the camera on my phone and we took some pics) Me-
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Liz- lol Me- ya Liz- he's not Me- back off BITCH Liz- lol Me- hey gotta go, at check out Liz- adíos bitch -MESSEGES OVER- I slipped my call into my back pocket. "Nice choice" the cashier said, ringing up the dress. "Alright." Mom says, unlocking the car door. I slip into the front seat and buckle my seatbelt. "Alright what?" I ask. She doesn't answer, she just starts to tear up. "What?" I ask She answers, wiping her tears. "Your going to your first school dance. I'm so excited. If this is happening, wonder how many guys are gonna ask you to prom." We pull out of our parking space and onto the road.
I put on my "normal girl smile" and slip my hands into the tips of my jeans. Mom doesnt know that but i do that when I'm nervous, or when it's awkward, its both right now. I pick up my phone and put it back down. Liz was right. I'm not the girl to wear pretty dresses, and stuff, what if I don't look nice in the dress. "Crap." I say. "What." My mom says, a little mad in her voice. "Sorry mom" I say. We pull into our driveway and I run to my room. Closing the door, and crying. I don't know why I'm crying, but I am.
