Thinking your thoughts

Trish

    "You. Look. Amazing!" I squealed. Maybe I had gone a little far in getting her a costume, but seeing it on her made me not regret it at all. It was well worth the twenty minutes I spent convincing her to even put it on.
    "Yeah, I don't think so." Jessica muttered back. Completely ignoring the fact that it fit her perfectly. It glimmered in the light. It looked stunning, almost like it came right out of a magazine. The gem on her waist was elegant, not plastic looking. The blue and white fabric looked amazing on her. She hadn't bothered to put the mask on, but that probably looked great to.
     I gaped at her. "Come on Jessica! With this you'll fit right in with the other crime-fighting vigilante people in superhero school. You'll sorta stick out in jeans and a tank." She looked up from analyzing the suit. "Superhero school? That sounds like a picture book for toddlers. You probably stole this right from it. I look like an action figure with this on." She moves around as she says this. "And what's with the tightness? I feel like someone sucked all the air out of me." She complains. I sigh loudly. I guess hiring that designer was a little overkill. "Whatever," I roll my eyes, "it's gorgeous and you know it. All the other heroes are jealous.".
      She scoffs in return. I sit down on the couch and open a coke. I look up at her, in all her costumed glory, as she awkwardly moved to sit down. "Your impossible." I scold her, and throw a bag of pretzels at her. She catches it, then turns to look at me. "I don't know, this suit is so tight I don't think I can eat a thing." She says sarcastically. I roll my eyes. She shifts awkwardly on the couch, trying to get comfortable. "Even if I am going to do the hero thing,"she says, popping a pretzel in her mouth. "I sure won't be doing it in spandex." .
I glance at her. If I had powers like hers, I would be out every night saving people, beating up bad guys. I'm not jealous of her, she lost her whole family when she got these powers. I just wish I could do something more. Something other people couldn't.
"So the hero thing..." I start. I cross my legs and look at her. It's really lame of me to ask her about it like this. But I'm just about out of ideas. "Not with a name like jewel I'm not. No way. And definitely not dressed like this." She gets up to go change. "Jewel is a great superhero name! I yell at her, "At least it's better than iron man!" She gives me the death look and leaves the room. Not exactly the conversation I was hoping to happen. I sip my coke and sit back. At least I had tried.
I guess I keep pressing her not only because I'm confident she can help people, but also because I want to be involved in it. If I can't have powers, I can help with her powers. And maybe not just her powers, but her life as well. I guess I'll find out later.
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