Perfect Places

String Lights

I plopped down onto Jessica's canopy bed, and  stared at the string lights that hung across the ceiling.

   "Rae, I don't get what the problem is."  Jessica strutted all the way across her room and leaned up against her ginormous windows.

   "Jess, this is serious." I told her, not taking my eyes off of the string lights.

   "Okay, so you saw a tube of lipstick in Zane's dad's car ... how do you know it was lipstick?" She did have a point.

   I looked over at her, "Because, Jessica, I've seen quite a few tubes of lipstick in my life, trust me. I knew it when I saw it."

   "Alright, so what if it was lipstick? So what? Maybe Zane's dad is seeing someone."Jessica asked while she hiked up her booty shorts.

   "Oh my lord ... Jess, don't act like that isn't a big deal. How do you think Zane would feel is he found out that his dad is seeing some girl?" I stretched my arms.

   "Rae, who Zane's dad sees isn't really his choice. Mr. Lennons should get to see whoever he want, whenever he wants." She picked at her extremely long nails.

   I sat there in silence. What if Zane's dad really was seeing someone?

   "I mean, it is a free country, right?" She sat down on the other side of the bed, and looked at me.

A sigh left my body, and I thought about it. Then again, I had no idea how Zane would react to finding out that his dad was dating.

"Right?" Jess asked again, trying to get a response from me.

"Right." I replied, completely giving up.

The more I stared up at her fairy lights, the more worried I got.

"How am I gonna tell him?" I practically whispered.

Jessica chuckled, "Oh silly, you don't!"

My eyes widened, "What? Why?"

"You cant tell him ... at least not yet." She smirked.

I smirked back at her, "Aha."

"Aha, aha indeed, Rae." She got up off of the bed again.

I sat up, and hopped off the bed, mirroring her actions. We both walked to her massive mirror that hung on the main wall of the room. We both fiddled with our hair.

"So, when are we gonna do this?" She asked, facing me.

"Do what ...?" I asked.

"The investigation, duh." She rolled her eyes playfully.

"Oh, uh," I thought about it, "Well that depends."

"Depends on what?" She scrunched her nose, and applied a thin layer of mascara to her eyelashes.

"It depends on a lot, actually." I began, "It depends on the time of day, where Zane is at, where Mr. Lennons is at, and even the day."

She looked into my eyes, "Rae, you're overthinking it."

"No Im not," I smiled, "It's better to be over-prepared than it is to not be ready."

"God Rae, your stressing me out." She put the mascara back on her dresser.

"Stress and anxiety is what fuels me every single day." I gave her a grin.
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"Alright, lemme get this straight," Josh popped a fry in his mouth while he leaned back into the booth, "You want me to help you break into Mr. Lennons car?"