alexis and drea

Who: Alexis and Drea
When: between classes
Where: school

Drea could not wait for the school day to be over. The weather outside was oppressive, and it was making her want to curl up under her desk and nap. All the heat and the droning teachers weren't helping that any, either. Not to mention the fact that she was kind of looking forward to going shopping with Dean after it. If he showed up, and didn't bail on her. Not that he would, but you couldn't ever really bank on shy guys to do what you expected them to. If he did, she'd just ... find something else to do. Maybe try and find Lily, who was cool. The bell interrupted her thoughts and she jumped up along with everyone else to file out of the room into the bustling hallway and beat a path toward her locker.

In deciding she was going to work her way up the social hierarchy, Alexis realized that this also meant talking to people. Actually working to be social. Generally, she just sat back and let it ride, but she wasn't meeting people very fast in this fashion. Making the dance team would help, should that actually happen, but she probably needed to cultivate the friendships she'd barely just touched on. She knew how things went if she didn't, and she knew that wouldn't get her very far. So when she spotted Drea in the halls, whom she hadn't seen since helping her pick out a homecoming dress, she walked up beside her to say hello. "How was homecoming?" she asked with a smile, hoping Drea would remember her at least.

Who: Drea and Alexis
When: mid morning
Where: thrift store

The only thing more terrifying than realizing that she'd -- enthusiastically -- agreed to go to homecoming with Eben was actually going out and making it real by looking for a dress. Drea'd woken up with a headache from all the beer the night before, but a clear memory of everything she'd done and said. Which included totally bombing out with a cute quiet British guy named Dean, drunkenly challenging Gabe to a rematch, and yes, being asked to homecoming. Which she didn't think was a date per se, rather than just one of those 'you're not going, I'm not going, so let's go together' kinds of things. She'd done one of those before with a close guy-friend. Only he was someone she knew, he just wanted to go for another chick, and he didn't call her beautiful all the time. So, weirdness.

And, the event required a dress. Which she was currently panicking over. Her dad had given her some money in her distraught state, and she'd practically run to the thrift store. She didn't know how to buy a dress. She'd only owned like ... two since puberty! And one was for a funeral and she hadn't picked it out! All she knew was she didn't want pink, but other than that, she was lost. Drea riffled through rack after rack, nerves building in her stomach with every second, the freakedoutness showing on her face. This? Was going to be a disaster.