March One Shots (girlxgirl)

"Prom Dresses and Mall Kisses."

"Prom Dresses and Mall Kisses."

MarchxDawn

MarchxSailor

So I'm in Deb, this clothing store, which is a part of our great indoor mall system, and it's springtime, not too warm, not too chilly either, but I'm feeling kinda steamed. Why? Because it's prom season and finding the proper dress with only my parents to aid me...makes me wish Virgo wasn't halfway across the state at Venus's soccer tournament to give me opinions. I know it's the second round of playing for the state title, but come on! Prom, Virgo, P-R-O-M! And I don't have a dress!

Deb isn't my...favorite store. Probably because I don't get the shirts-with-only-one-sleeve fashion. I also don't wear that much neon, when half the store, excluding prom dresses, IS YELLOW, ORANGE, OR GREEN NEON. It can be a bit of a headache.

Most of these dresses aren't even my size either. I wear a size two, because I'm a tiny person. Most of these are around size eight. My dad tried to give me a  'size two' that ended up being a two...x. So an extra large. I would have been swimming in it.

I'm not a fashion person. Honestly. And the styles "in season" don't float my boat, particularly the prom dress styles. High cleavage, one shoulder, itchy sequins, and a colors I dislike. Why can't I wear a dang suit?! Although I'm not out, so that would out me almost completely, and I'm not looking for any attention from any females except Sailor, who would probably prefer I wear a dress anyway...although she's not going to my school's prom...and might not even care about me...and I'm depressing myself. Maybe she loves me too. Maybe she'll find a way to love me too. Or maybe she's straight and going to hate me for the rest of our lives that I kinda love her...I hope I'm overreacting.

At first I was trying on only dresses that I felt would suit my style, but now I'm desperately trying on any fabric I can get my hands on. I need a prom dress...need! Prom is in three weeks! Prom dress, I command you appear from thin air for me to buy!

...please?

I'm haranguing with my parents when I noticed that two very familiar, very attractive young women came in the store and headed towards me. Their names were Sailor and Dawn.

"Hey guys." I called to them.

Sailor acknowledged me. "Hey March."

"Hey, March..." Dawn had a bit of a flirty tone.

I started shopping with Sailor and Dawn instead, much to my relief. It went much better, and I came out of the dressing room to show off a hot pink and black laced minidress. Both girls dropped their jaws.

I smiled innocently. "So...this one then?"

Sailor nodded with a grin. Dawn almost drooled.

[...]

I handed my new prom dress to my parents to pay for it, hugged them goodbye, and went off with Sailor and Dawn to go hang out, now that the pesky prom dress problem was finally out of the way.

We sat just outside of a specialty food store that was mainly cookies, and I bought Sailor and Dawn each a warm chocolate chip cookie. There were only two seats available at the table we ate at, so Sailor and I each took a chair, while Dawn perched on top of me. I have to admit, a sexy girl sitting in my lap felt pretty good. I wrapped my arms around Dawn's waist and she moaned lightly, either from that delicious cookie, or maybe, just maybe, from me. Nah, I shouldn't get my hopes up.

"So March...have your eye on any hot guys around here?" Dawn casually asked me.

I shook my head. "Nope."

"How about any hot girls?" Dawn added.

I choked on my own spit. "Um...what?"

"I told you not to go there." Sailor snapped at Dawn with a fierce glare.

I felt like I was still choking, even though I knew I wasn't, I was just scared to admit to what I was admitting. "It's okay, Sailor. Um...sometimes I do...have an eye on a hot girl or two versus generally having it on a guy...because I'm well-aware that I am...quite honestly...bisexual."

Dawn turned around and suddenly kissed me. I closed my eyes and leaned into the kiss automatically. She crammed her sweet, slick little tongue into my mouth after a while and I enjoyed the taste of watermelon and passion. Not passionfruit, but raw, emotional, animal-like passion. It just makes Dawn even more attractive...

We pulled out of the kiss as one and suddenly turned our heads towards Sailor. She was still sitting there, looking at us, but her expression hadn't changed even with the heated kiss Dawn and I shared in front of her.

"If you're both quite done," Sailor explained slowly with ice in her voice, "making fools of yourselves in public, I suggest we depart, in separate ways, as to not draw further attention. Unless that was your ill-conceived goal."

People were staring at us. Not everyone, but a sizable amount of the crowd.

"Goodbye, March." Dawn's voice made her sound like she was about to cry as she hugged me and left with Sailor to go home.

I sighed audibly. Why did I have to go and do that? Now Dawn will be in trouble if word spreads of this back in her hometown, where they're less accepting, and I still don't know how Sailor feels about me! I may have even pushed her farther away!

What is wrong with me?