’ ‘Good.’ He stood up, shaking his hair back from his face and touching two fingers to his lips as if he were thinking. ‘Let’s go then.’ �...��Is Brendon coming?’ I managed to ask as we walked outside and he turned back to lock the door. I could see the pattern of his spine if I stared hard enough at his shirt. ‘No.’ He offered no other explanation and I knew he hadn’t asked. God, he had such a pretty face and such a dark mind underneath it. He turned, his head cocked a few centimeters to the side. " You're not mad?" I asked."Should I be?" Well, I blasted your two best friends. I think I might have made your life a bit more difficult." Honestly?" she said. "I don't care. And I was touched, actually. I don't think I've ever seen you get mad-and you got mad on behalf of me. Thanks." You're welcome," I said with a smile. "Ready to go strip for the crowd?" Sure," she said. We approached the designated entrance. The crowd was huge."Look at all these people," I said."Yeah. People who heard. I pulled out the white flatshoes and slipped them on. I looked in the mirror and saw myself in adress for the first time. Oh well I'm not done yet, this is just thebeginning. I then folded my clothes and put them in the bag I broughtwith me. I then straightened the dress and walked out to the car. As Iopened the door and sat my mom corrected me by saying I should smooththe dress under me before I sit. So I tried again and did it right.She then said. "You look nice sweet heart, by the way have. She dressed provocatively. She often wore spandex, it was the 80’s and she had that “Bananarama” look. Her hair was long and she wore it high, it was the style after all. She wore lots of make-up and her clothes were tight. Basically she looked like a girl you may find working the streets of New York or one that was in an 80’s rock video. It was the style and she wore it well. I think that is why I became friends with her. I wanted to be more like her. She was so confident plus she was a.