background: this is based off of episode 4 of season 3 of the show 'black mirror' with a few minor altercations. it was such an amazing episode and i had to make a oneshot out of it. before i start, just a disclaimer that you'll have to pay really close attention because the plot is a bit hard to grasp. also, this might be longer than usual, but i'm not sure.
Year: 1984
Jesy was somewhat new in the area. All around her were teenagers dressed in the newest trends, all talking and laughing. Jesy was alone. She hadn't made friends here, nor had she ever really made friends. She just walked around aimlessly, taking in the new city. As she turned a corner, she saw what looked like a club, but for teenagers, like her. She was 18, and that seemed to be the age that everyone else was. She hesitantly walked in, gazing over the arcade games they had, then deciding just to sit by herself at a small booth. She looked around, everyone had massive curls in their hair, sparkles and neon colors splashed about their outfits. There was one girl, like the others, who was dressed the same. Something about her was a bit different, though.
The girl strided over and sat right up next to Jesy, she was blonde and peppy, but a bit fierce as well.
The blonde leaned over a bit more, "Whatever I say, just go along with it." She said quickly before sitting back up as a boy walked over to her.
"Please, give me a minute, I'm catching up with my friend." The blonde grinned, wrapping her arm around Jesy's shoulders.
"Your friend?" The boy questioned.
"Yes, I haven't seen her in a while and," She leaned forward a bit, whispering, "She's really sick—like she-only-has-six-months-to-live sick."
Jesy chuckled a bit, but held it back, "Actually, it's five months."
"Yeah," The blonde smiled, "And I really need to catch up with her, if you don't mind."
The boy nodded and held his hands up in defense, walking away.
"Five months? Nice touch." The blonde giggled and took her arm away from Jesy to hold out her hand, "I'm Perrie."
Jesy smiled shyly and shook her hand, "Jesy."
"Jesy," Perrie nodded, "I like that name. It's cool. Let me buy you a drink." Before Jesy could respond, Perrie grabbed her hand and brought her over to the bar, ordering two drinks for them.
"I like your outfit," Perrie said, "It's different. Everyone here dresses like what they think they should be, not like who they actually are. Your outfit is very you. I like that." She smiled.
Jesy looked down, feeling blush crawl up her cheeks, "Thank you."
Perrie smiled as the bartender gave them their drinks. Both girls took a few sips, Jesy being a bit more hesitant to.
As one song ended, another song started blasting, the lights in the club spinning around the room to the beat.
"Oh my gosh! We have to dance to this!" Perrie got out her chair, grabbing Jesy's hand.
"N-no I'm not much of a dancer." Jesy responded.
"Come on! This place only runs every Saturday, get your party on!"
"Us two? Like me and you?" Jesy questioned. Two girls dancing together wasn't typically accepted in the time they were in now.
"It's fine. Trust me." Perrie had a playful grin on her face as she pulled Jesy to the dance floor, knowing all the moves to the song.
Jesy laughed nervously and looked around. All around her were girls in these fancy outfits, she felt like they were all looking at her. She was dressed in a flannel, a white shirt, and high waisted jeans. She was dressed casually, unlike everyone else. She felt insecure and panicked. Letting her feelings get the best of her, she ran outside into the rain, sitting down on a nearby bench. The streets were empty now. It was near midnight and nobody besides partying teenagers stay out this late.
