Cigarettes And A Typewriter (ON HOLD).

CH 4: Homecoming (Dress Up) 1

*WARNING: Little discussion about weight in here.*
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~Adam

"So are you guys going to homecoming?" Jenny asks Alice and I, "Yeah, I might actually go." I answer. Jenny and I look at Alice, waiting for her answer, "I wasn't planning on going." She says acts ashamed to answer that. I notice Jenny is full of concern, I know she can sense something is wrong with Alice. Yet, she won't press about it which I respect. Although, it is now October, Alice needs patience because what happened to her was a lot.

"Adam, Jenny will be there to keep you company!" Alice quickly says after my worried expression.

"I'm actually not going either," Jenny admits, "I'll be out of town. I'm sorry Adam!"

"It's okay, Jenny." I smile at her.

Smirking, she points her pen at me, "You know you're lot nicer than I imagined," Jenny says, "After all of those stories I heard."

"Ahh my reputation is still intact." I sigh as memories come to mind.

"Wait, what stories?" Alice asks. Jenny shakes her head and cups Alice's cheeks, " Don't worry your innocent head about if." Jenny gushed in a mother like voice. Alice swatted her hands, "I'm not innocent!" She protested, "I'm just—."

"Clueless." I say.

"Or in experience." Jenny joins in, Alice pouts at us. "We love you!" Jenny says while hugging her, I laugh the both of them as they goof around more.

~Alice

I sit in the my safe place which every teenager can relate. After all the safest place is a teens bedroom since it's like their own little apartment. The reason being it is YOUR space and you can decorate it as you please. My rectangle sized room is like my little cozy apartment. I have my bed pressed into the corned of the room next to the balcony doors, which on the other side are my book shelves with all of my book in alphabetical order. Facing the doors are my clothe drawer that on top have two little cases for my jewelry and scrunches, next to it is my little closet.

Although, I'm in my safe cozy room I still feel a disconnection. I feel out of place.

I guess defeated.

After what happened, I looked at myself and decided I need a change. A diet was my changed and ever since then I lost weight. Although, I'm not close to my goal I know I can do it since I lost a good amount.

But, tonight there will be no pity party in my room. I'm gonna surprise Adam at homecoming. Searching in my closet I find my favorite dress that has a black sweetheart bodice and light pink skirt. Picking out some one inch black heels, I fix my hair by tying a little bit of my hair in the back. Once done I fix my eyebrows and do a little eyeliner. I'm not really into makeup, but some special occasions I put a little on.

When I finally see myself in the mirror, I feel...

"Stupid." I say to myself as a tear falls. I hate myself for letting them get to me, but it really did hurt when basically people I don't know call me those words.

"Alice!"

I jump in fear at the harsh whisper, I knew this house was haunted!

"It's Adam."

I look behind me in the mirror and see Adam waving at me behind my locked balcony doors. My finger clean up the evidence of me crying, "Adam, what are you doing here?" I ask while opening the doors after unlocking them. "I came here to talk to you." He said in a serious tone, I feel my heart racing a little. "I can tell you aren't okay," Adam says, I look at my hands, "And that it's okay not to be okay, because we all feel shitty at times."

Slowly, I lift my chin up to meet Adam's eyes, I melt at the sight of them. The wall I tried to build crumbles in front of me and I start to tear up, "I feel stupid," I whisper, Adam asks why and I burst, "For letting them get to me, and I kinda actually believe what they said!" I exclaim.

"That's okay to feel that way!"

"Why is it soo okay to feel stupid, fat, and a freak?!" I ask Adam.

"Because you're a freaking human being! That's why." He shouts, I stop at the sight of him trying to control his breathing and emotions, "Alice, do you think you're the only one to feel like this, do you?"

I shake my head, "Of course you're gonna feel distraught after what they said because having anxiety and a 'meh' confidence in yourself makes it worse," Adam explains to me, "No 'meh' but more of as absolutely okay attitude with your body, or something bigger than an okay."

I smile at him and begin to cry more a little, "I'm sorry for yelling." I say to him, Adam chuckles at me and hugs me, "Trust me, you haven't heard yelling until you hear my mom in traffic." I understand what he means and I'll take it to heart, but I'm still unsure. For now I feel better like a weight has been lifted.

I wipe my tears away as I breath in and out, Adam grins at me, "Also, Alice why were you in a dress?" He asks. Ten minutes replayed in my head as I remember him catching me playing dress up and then scaring me, "I was gonna surprise you at homecoming." I say to him feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Homecoming was shit," Adam briefly says, "But thank you for remembering me!"

Rolling my eyes at his snarky comment I elbow his shoulder lightly, "Now, lets go out front. I have a surprise for you!" Adam says and gets up then pulls me up with him. Walking down the stairs and out of my front door, Adam ignores my questions about the surprise and homecoming. Once by the sidewalk I see his motorcycle with a box on the back of it all tied up. "Oh my god," I start to say, "You got me a motorcycle!"

"Haha very funny."

I smile innocently at him, "This is your surprise." Adam says, he opens the box and brings out a light pink typewriter. "Adam," I start to say in shock, "It's beautiful! But are you sure?"

"Of course, and besides what use will I have for this?" He asks me, "Write some of those story ideas Alice, there are creative and awesome to see you get all excited to tell them to me and Jenny."

I nod happily, "Thank you so much."

"You're welcome. All you need now is cigarettes to go with that."

"Cigarettes and a typewriter, why?" I ask puzzled. This better not be a funny way of Adam telling me he didn't stop smoking. "I don't know, don't writers smoke?" He asks with a smirk, "Yeah, in films!" I exclaim back.

We stand there in a peaceful silence, but I break the silence, "Say Adam, will you dance with me?" I ask him. He looks at me in shock, "What?".

"I was looking forward to dancing with you tonight for a slow song." I admit to him with a hint of blush on my cheeks, my breathe hitched when he walks up to me slowly. I place the typewriter back in the box as Adam pulls me by my waist, "As you wish my lady." Adam says in my ear.

And that's what we did on my deserted street. Adam and I danced in the spotlight given to us by the stars, and it was nice.