Between the Raindrops

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Chapter 38 | Dresses and Water Guns

As the weeks pass, it’s finally time to start worrying about Prom.

I know what you are thinking… you’re a junior, why are you worrying about Prom? Well, it’s simple really. Juniors are allowed to go to the Senior Prom, and Shane actually asked me if I wanted to go.

I told him we should wait until our Senior Prom, but he insisted we can do both.

Angie heard the news of us going, so she practically forced Jaxon to ask her, so now she and I are currently at the mall looking for prom dresses.

“Do you think I should go with a black dress, or navy blue?” Angie asks while holding up two completely different dresses.

“Honestly, they both would look good on you.” I say, browsing through some dresses for myself.

It’s safe to say, that I have absolutely no idea what I am doing. I’ve never been to a prom before, let alone a school dance. I don’t even wear dresses, so this is all so new to me.

“You’re going to have to help me out here, because I’m about as clueless as Miss America standing in a football field.” I sigh, slouching against the wall of the store.

Angie rolls her eyes, but finally takes some time to look at some dresses for me.

“I say you go for a deep red color. It’ll bring out your dark eyes and hair, making you look all sexy and whatnot.” She says, eyeing a few red dresses from the clothes rack.

“Uh, me? Sexy? God, you’re hilarious.” I deadpan.

Angie narrows her eyes at me as she takes a red dress off the rack. Then, her eyes soften.

“How is therapy going?” She asks, causing my stomach to twist.

I hate talking about it, but I know that it’s important to my recovery.

I’ve been seeing a therapist every Thursday, for the last two weeks, and I can honestly say it’s starting to help. Talking about your problems with a complete stranger may seem ridiculous, but it’s actually a little comforting.

It’s comforting to know that the person you’re talking to, doesn’t know every detail of your life or your past. That the person you’re talking to doesn’t know your fears, or your dreams. That the person you’re talking to doesn’t have the room to judge you, because A. They’re paid not to judge you, and B. Because they haven’t lived with what you’ve lived with.

It’s a fresh mind being able to hear all of your thoughts and concerns, and being able to rationalize what options you have in order to make each situation better.

It’s just, calming.

“It’s going okay, I guess. JoAnn thinks I’m progressing.” I find the urge to smile.

“That’s good. Have you…” She trails off.

“Eaten today?” I raise an eyebrow. Angie only looks down at the red dress she’s holding in her hands.

“Yes, I had a spinach and cheese omelet with a side of fruit.” I say, a little sad that I didn’t get any bacon or sausage links.

“Sounds… healthy.” Angie sheepishly smiles and I laugh.

“Yep, and I’m due for lunch in about ten minutes… so are we done here?” I sigh, feeling my stomach yell at me for some food.

JoAnn set out a complete eating and exercise schedule that I have to follow every single day. I actually don’t mind it, because following a set schedule every day, helps refrain from those haunting thoughts I used to have about my weight. I’m not constantly stressing over every single thing I put into my body anymore. Well, for the most part.

I still have my days of weakness where I try to skip a meal or so, but all I have to do is call JoAnn and she talks me through it. She’s actually pretty amazing.

“First, you need to try this on!” Angie smiles while holding out the red dress she’s been holding. I take it and walk into the dressing room.

“Fine. Oh, and you should pick the black dress.” I shout from behind the dressing room door.

Angie says an, “Alright”, before I hear her grab the dress from the rack and head into a dressing room herself.

I’m able to put the dress on quite easily, considering I’ve lost an incredible amount of weight in the last few months. I’m actually well under 200 pounds now, so the hard part will be keeping my weight down, but while still eating healthy and making sure I’m taking care of myself.

My dad actually takes me to the gym with him a couple times a week, since that has been one of his coping mechanisms to help with his drinking. He’s been sober since that awful night he went to Al’s, and he’s been working really hard to stay away from the devil’s juice, as he calls it.

My mom has been more than supportive with the both of us, each struggling with our own demons.

She broke down and cried when I revealed to her and my dad about my eating disorder, but she said she always had a dark feeling in the pit of her stomach that she knew I struggled with it, she just didn’t want to accept it.

Hell, neither did I.

“Addie, hurry up! You gotta see this dress on me, it’s amazing!” I hear Angie shout from outside of the dressing rooms. I quickly zip up my dress from the side and look at myself in the mirror. My long brown hair is flowing down my shoulders, and I honestly don’t think I look half bad.

I think about Shane and smile.

I’m beautiful.

I walk out of the dressing room and Angie turns to me. Both of our eyes go wide as we look at each other.

“You look amazing!” We both say in unison, and then we laugh, earning a few stares from the other women in the store.

“That’s definitely the one!” She smirks, and I nod to her.

“Same to you!”

We high-five like children, and then go back into the dressing rooms to change back into our normal clothes.

Once we have our dresses back on their hangers, we take them over to the register. Once they’re paid for, the store employee places them each into bags, and then we head toward the food court.

“Shane and Jax are gonna go nuts when they see us in these.” Angie smirks, and I nod in agreement.

“But of course, this means that next year we will have to find even better looking dresses. We have to look even better at our senior prom.” Angie says, and I smile.

“Can’t argue with you there.” I say, as we walk up to order some food.

I get a grilled chicken salad. Angie says I should be allowed to have at least a small French fry, and while I technically could, I decide not to.

“I’ll text Jaxon and tell him the colors of our dresses, so he and Shane can shop for tuxes accordingly.” Angie says while grabbing her phone from her back pocket.

“Good idea, can’t show up to prom not matching with our dates.” I smirk, and continue eating my salad, which actually doesn’t taste half bad.

“We should also take Friday off from school, so we can go get our hair and nails done.” Angie smiles and I roll my eyes at my best friend, but nod in agreement anyway.

“That actually works, because tomorrow is my session with JoAnn.” I say, remembering that tomorrow is Thursday and then Friday night is Prom.

I can’t believe prom is already here. Seems like just yesterday, the school year started. Seems like just yesterday, I was normal Addilyn Bishop, struggling to eat and not really knowing my place in the world.

I guess as time goes on, things are supposed to change.

Once I’m nearly done with my salad, I hear my phone vibrating from my bag.

I pull my phone out and answer.

“Hello?”

Angie looks at me in a way to ask who it is.

“No, I do not want you wearing a T-shirt that has a tux painted on the front of it.” I deadpan, as Angie’s eyes widen in panic.

She instantly reaches for my phone and starts shouting instructions to Shane about what he and Jaxon need to buy. I laugh and shake my head, tossing my empty salad container into a nearby trash can.

Once Angie is satisfied that both Shane and Jaxon understand her instructions, she hands my phone back to me.

“Sorry about that.” I say once I bring the phone to my ear.

“Jesus Christ, remind me to never try and joke with Angie ever again.” Shane breathes out, and I can’t help but laugh.

“You should know Angie by now. She may be my best friend, but she’s also a perfectionist. Especially when it comes to school functions. That must be the cheerleader in her.” I smirk and Angie scowls at me from across the table. “After all, she is the Captain.”

Apparently, Rebecca’s team never even knew that they needed Angie, and when Angie brought all of her cheers and ideas to the table, the team voted to make her the team Captain, revoking the status right from Rebecca.

Needless to say, Rebecca calls herself ‘second in command’ and she still tries to boss everyone around as if she were still the Captain. I don’t think she fully comprehends that she isn’t the Captain anymore.

“Will I see you tonight? I actually wanted to know if you and Jacob would like to come over to my place tonight for dinner. Peyton keeps asking when she’s gonna see Jacob again.” Shane asks, and I can’t help but smile.

“Of course, I’ll text you when we’re on our way over.”

“See you later, beautiful.” I can practically hear him smiling through the phone.

“See you later.” I say, before ending the call.

“I know that look.” Angie smirks.

“What look?”

“The look that says you’re in love with Shane but haven’t found the nerve to tell him yet.” She says and my eyes widen.

I can feel my cheeks burning.

“That’s not true!” I defend, though there is really no point in hiding it.

Over the last few weeks, Shane and I have really grown as a couple. He has helped me with my therapy sessions, by giving me rides to and from, and he has even helped me while grocery shopping whenever I need to buy food for the week.

I have started meal prepping, which let me tell you, is not easy.

To put it lightly, Shane has been the one positive thing in the chaos that has been my life. Not only has he become one of my best friends, he’s also become the most amazing person I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. It’s also an added bonus that I get to kiss him whenever I want, because let’s face it, those lips of his deserve to be kissed at all costs.

“Honestly, I was the same way before I told Jaxon that I loved him.” Angie admits, and I smile knowing how happy she and Jaxon are.

“Did he freak out?” I ask.

“Not at all, he pulled me closer and reassured me that his feelings were mutual. He’s told me he loves me every single day since.” She smiles thinking about him.

“I hope Shane reacts the same way.” I smile.

“Oh, I have zero doubt he will react the same way, if not better.” She laughs. “Now, let’s get out of here. You’ve got a dinner date tonight.”

We gather up our bags and our dresses, before heading out to my mom’s car that she so graciously let me use.

I drop Angie off at her place, and then head back home to mine.



“Addie!” I hear Jacob shout from his bedroom. “Should I bring my blue swim pants, or orange ones?”

I laugh before saying, “Either one will look fine Jacob.”

“You’re no help!” I hear him pout, but then a few seconds later, he’s downstairs.

“So which ones did you pick?” I ask.

“I’m taking both so Peyton can decide.” He smiles and I roll my eyes.

“We don’t even know if we’re swimming tonight Jacob.” I remind him.

“But we could… you don’t know everything Addie.” Jacob says matter of factly before sprinting into the kitchen to put both pairs of swimming shorts into a plastic bag.

“Yeah, Addie…” My dad taunts while I lightly slap his shoulder as he sits beside me on the couch.

“Can you take us over to Shane’s?” I ask.

“Sure thing, I’ve got my AA meeting tonight, so I can swing by and pick you guys up after.” He smiles over at me, and I smile back.

“Thanks dad.”

I lean over and rest my head on his shoulder while Jacob finishes bugging mom about wanting to take extra juices with him to share with Peyton.

My dad and I have had a rocky recovery as far as our relationship goes. He even went to a session of therapy with me and JoAnn helped me to learn to trust him again. After everything that happened with him, Angie and Angie’s dad… I doubted that our relationship could ever be the same as it was before we all learned the truth.

My dad, however, worked endlessly to fix our relationship and I’m honestly so grateful. A girl needs her dad and I definitely need mine. Sure, he’s far from perfect, but what dad is? He’s still here, and he’s still trying and that’s all that matters. He’s my dad and I love him, regardless of the flaws he’s working on.

Our family has gone through a lot in such a short amount of time, and I feel as though it’s somehow brought us closer together, if that were even possible.

“Let’s go Addie! Peyton is waiting!” Jacob shouts while grabbing my arm and pulling me towards the front door.

“You heard him dad, can’t keep Peyton waiting.” I smirk, and dad rolls his eyes.

“My son, such the charmer.” He deadpans as we hear mom laughing from the kitchen.

“Bye mom, love you!” I shout, and she shouts an, ‘I love you too’, before we shut the front door behind us and get into dad’s car.

“Dad… you drive like Grandpa.” Jacob suddenly says from his car seat, and I can’t help but snort.

“Excuse me? My father drives like a turtle. I am not as slow as him.” Dad defends with a fake gasp, and Jacob just giggles from his seat.

“Hey dad…” Jacob says next.

“Yes son?” My dad looks at him quickly in the rear-view mirror.

“Are you feeling turtle-y?” He giggles.

I laugh and so does dad before he finally pulls into Shane’s driveway.

“Addie, help him out of his seat before I break out the tickle monster and he really gets scared.” Dad smirks, and I lean over to kiss his cheek before getting out of the car to retrieve Jacob.

Once Jacob is out of his seat and sprinting towards Shane’s front door, I shut his door and look at dad through the window.

“Love you dad.” I say, and he smiles at me while putting the car in reverse.

“Love you too, kiddo.” Then, he pulls out of Shane’s driveway and heads to his meeting.

I walk over to Shane’s front door that’s already open, as Shane stands in the doorway.

“Hey beautiful.” He smiles, and I blush while walking into his arms for a tight hug. He kisses the top of my head and we go inside.

“Addie, Peyton says she likes the blue swim pants… so you can have these.” He literally throws his orange swimming shorts at my face and Shane only laughs.

“Gee, thanks Jacob.” I mumble while pulling his shorts from my face and putting them back into his plastic bag.

“Dinner will be done in half an hour, kids! Don’t stay in that pool for too long!” We hear Shane’s mom shout from the kitchen. Both Shane and I look over to the sliding glass doors, and see Peyton and Jacob already running outside to the pool.

“I can’t wait until they are old enough to watch themselves.” I sigh, and Shane smirks while grabbing my hand and taking me outback to watch Jacob and Peyton while they swim.

“Shaney, help me with the floaties!” Peyton smiles wide as she holds them out to her older brother.

“Yeah Shaney, help!” Jacob mimics Peyton and Shane laughs at both of them.

“Alright, one at a time.” He says, placing a pair of floaties on both Jacob and Peyton.

After that, they both jump into the water and begin splashing around.

I lean back in the pool chair, and Shane comes to sit beside me.

“Are you ready for prom?” He asks.

“Yes, are you?” I smirk.

“Well of course, after all, I’m the one who asked you to go.” He uses his finger to flick my shoulder and I reach out to slap his chest but he moves in just enough time for me to miss.

“Don’t worry, next year, I’ll be the one making a promposal.” I smile.

“Oh really? You gonna woe me Add?” Shane gets off his chair and lifts me up, placing me on top of him, as we both lounge in one chair.

“Yep, I’m gonna go all out. Just you wait.” I say as he brings his lips closer to mine.

“Promise?” He breathes, and I feel my stomach burst into a million butterflies at his husky voice.

I only nod as he softly brings his lips to mine, closing the small gap between us.

“I promise.” I whisper.

Then suddenly, both Jacob and Peyton are splashing us as they squirt water guns in our direction.

“But first, I think we have a couple of kids to take care of.” I say, just loud enough for Peyton and Jacob to both start giggling as they splash around in the water.

“Hm, you’re absolutely right.” Shane says as he stands up and faces the two screeching toddlers in the pool.

“Shane, no!” Peyton laughs while trying to swim to the other side of the pool, but Shane is too quick and walks around to the other side in time to lift Peyton out of the pool and start tickling her.

“Jacob, any last words?” I smirk while nearing him as he giggles and tries to swim away from me.

“Yes, your fly is down!” He laughs some more as my eyes widen and I look down to see that he is in fact, right. My cheeks turn red as I turn around and zip them up.

I hear Shane laughing at my expense, so I turn around and grin.

Peyton managed to get free from Shane as she ran over to the other side of the pool beside Jacob.

“Hey kids, how about the three of us, show Shane a thing or two about these here water guns?” I grin and Shane’s eyes widen.

“You wouldn’t dare.” He says toward the three of us.

“Oh, we so would.” I say and both Peyton and Jacob charge for Shane as he runs from them.

The four of us run around the backyard for the next twenty minutes, pelting each other with the water from the water guns before Shane’s mom shouts that dinner is ready.

This will absolutely, never get old.

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