The Dragonflies

Chapter 8

Lauren's POV

"Oh that's so cute! Definitely add it to the pile! Ok, what do you think of this one?"

"Hmm, not really her color, but let's have her try it on anyways, just in case."

I can think of so many things that I'd rather be doing right now. Watching grass grow. Watching the hands on a clock tick. Watching paint dry. Listening to white static. Slamming a door closed on my head would still be better than this in all honesty!

I was having a great day before this torture. I had a delicious breakfast, a great day at training, and then a delicious lunch. Yet, somehow I found myself being dragged away from the food court, the instant my last bite of lunch was deposited in my mouth, by Normani and Dinah.

An exhausted sigh comes from my left, where I sit on an old changing room bench, accompanied with the bench's creaking wood caused from the new addition of weight.

"You know, this is your fault. You were the one that agreed to do this," I inform the girl while I remain in my position of being hunched forward, with my head buried in my hands.

"Ok, well in my defense, I didn't realize Normani and Dinah would take this so seriously. I thought they'd pick out a couple cute outfits and that'd be the end of it. Worst of all is I haven't even gotten to try anything on yet, they've just been sorting and picking through clothes this whole time," Camila complains.

"Word of advice for the future, never give those two the opportunity to perform anything qualifying as a makeover," I caution her.

"Noted. How long have we been here?" She asks.

I unbury my face and check my wristwatch for the time, adjusting my wrist to get the lantern light to illuminate the watches face. "We're approaching on an hour," I inform her, finally shifting my glance to her. She has a huge, stupid grin of satisfaction on her face. "What?"

"Isn't this nice? We're having such a lovely, casual conversation together! We're bonding over Dinah and Normani's ridiculous antics. See, I knew we could get along," She proudly beams.

"Yeah, it's a miracle I've managed to last this long. Don't get too excited about it, I can come back to my senses at any minute," I mask my true thoughts in the form a joke. In reality, I'm still not exactly sure why I finally agreed to do this. I wasn't exaggerating when I said we would never see each other again after this, and I'm really worried I'm going to regret this little arrangement. I've just allowed the opportunity for this whole situation the potential to end extremely horribly by doing this.

"Mila! We're ready for you to try these clothes on!" comes Normani's voice.

"Well, that's my cue," Camila states, as she get up to leave, grumpily mumbling out a 'lucky me' upon her departure.

I instantly let my face fall back into my hands groaning. When did my life become so frustrating and complicated? Oh yeah, when Normani came up with her brilliant plan to kidnap the Princess.

As the time slowly drags on, I listen to Normani, Dinah, and Camila discuss, or more appropriately labeled as argue, over the outfits Camila tries on. Uninterested with their squabbling, I eventually decide to hum to myself in an attempt to make this situation more bearable. Easily, I lose myself into my own world, only slightly conscious of what the trio is saying on the other side of the room.

"Come on Mila, that outfit looks amazing on you!"

"I don't know, Normani. I'm really more comfortable in casual, more loose-fitting clothes guys."