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Chapter 11: Two Dresses

A few million years later, Bayla and I were walking down an icy sidewalk to Ema's Boutique.

"Welcome to Ema's! Feel free to ask if you need help finding anything!" Chirped a cheery cashier.

"We will! Thanks!" Bayla called back, heading for a rack of colorful dresses.

I wandered off, pulling several dresses off of their hangers. Surprisingly, I wasn't hating it as much as I thought I would.

"See anything?" Bayla asked, flipping through another rack that teemed with colors and textures I'd never even seen before.

"A few, actually," I admitted, pulling out a grey dress, just like the one from my dream on Monday.

She nodded approvingly, shifting through my picks, grabbing a jet black dress, sleeveless and short. I knew I was going to wear it, but I decided to humor myself and see if I could get my dream to play out.

"You're wearing this," She told me, pleased. "Go try it on. Now." Handing it to me, she went off to look for something in the accessories area.

Stepping into the pink dressing room, I scrunched op my nose in disgust. So girly, I thought, pulling down my black dress. It ended mid-thigh, but it clung to me in all of the right places, making me look like a (healthy) model. I admired it for a moment before stepping out.

"Here, try this," Bayla said, holding a black leather jacket up to me. I took it, and grabbed the tall boots I had brought, knowing I'd need to use them to try on the dress. Zipping up my boots, I stood back.

My short blonde hair, with roots I'd dyed black, stood out against the dark leather of the jacket. It didn't look out of place, surprisingly. It covered my shoulders, and brought out my bare collarbones, without showing too much cleavage. The dress was smooth and dark, and left a strip of skin visible before my knees, giving way to. the boots that covered the rest of me. They ended in fairly high (though, not hard to walk in) heels. I looked hot. And Goth.

All I needed was a bit of dark eyeliner to make my eyes pop, and I'd be totally set for the dance.

Bayla seemed to think so too, and I could tell from the huge grin that covered her face, lighting up her green-hazel eyes.

"Wow. I love it," She breathed. "Now go change so I can show you mine."

Closing the door, I stripped off the dress and the jacket, and unzipped my boots. Sliding on my teeshirt and combat boots, I opened the door. Bayla hurried in, shoving me out.

I sat on the futon, waiting for her to come out in something really different.

"Aaand.." Bayla cracked open the door for suspense, before stepping out in a stormy grey dress that made her look like a modern Greek goddess. Her wavy chestnut hair was down to her chest, and the dress wrapped around her in elegant droops and had a black belt that wrapped around her upper waist, hugging her perfectly. It ended in flowing waves, right at her knees. Her tanned calves were bare, and she wore black sandal heels. She was practically glowing.

"Wow." I gaped, smiling approvingly. "Thats a winner."

She stepped back in, and we were out a minute later with two new dresses and a leather jacket.

"So, did you find a date yet?" I asked, as we sat in my room, taking our stuff out of the bags and eating pretzels.

"Nah. I'm going solo. Gonna tag along with you and Nolan." Bayla shrugged, it obviously didn't matter much to her if she was with a guy or not.

"Oh! That's right. He wanted me to call him. Is it okay if I do it now?" I asked her, holding up the slip of paper that had Nolan's number on it.

"Sure." She held the tv remote up, imitating me.

I smiled, clicking in his number. It rang for a second then I heard his voice.

"Pierce?"

"Yep. Bayla's here too."

"Okay. So is there anything else you can do, besides talk to people in their heads?"

"Yes, I can walk, talk, breathe, and I do really well at bombing pop quizzes. Also, I was the first astronaut to successfully land on Mars."

I could hear him laugh.

"Well, then."

"Honestly? I had never been able to speak telepathically before. I was just as surprised as you guys."

Bayla's eyebrows knit together, and she tilted her head, thinking.

"I know something's up. Most people can't talk to me in my dreams or appear out of nowhere, and suddenly have every. Single. One. Of my classes. It's not that I mind," I added, "But it's definitely not normal. There's something you're not telling me."

There was a pause, and when I looked over, Bayla wouldn't meet my eyes.

"Fine. But you're telling me, and it had better be soon," I warned them.