To Shop and to Eat
"Hey Eric," said Miles excitedly as he ran up to me on our way to school. The chief of police had fulfilled his promise and my little buddy now had a workshop of his own.
"Did you figure out the communicators?" I asked.
"Yeah! Just in case we're all in public places but a problem happens, I made these wristbands so that if you press this white button on it, the others will vibrate slightly to warn everyone that something's going on. Then they work like long-distance walkie-talkies. You press the green button to talk and the black button to listen. And they look like just regular rubber wristbands from sporting events or whatever. I put words on everyone's so that it looked normal." I took the one he offered and looked at it. On the inside of the wristband, three small buttons were visible. On the outside, it was blue with the white text: Speed Demon. I chuckled as he showed me his: a golden yellow one that said 'wiz kid' in zigzag font.
"Nice—are they all like that?" I questioned.
"Yep!" he grinned.
"It's really cool, Miles. How'd you get them to look all normal?"
"I managed to use some fibrous alloys that conduct—well, basically, I made stretchy wires," he said with a knowing smile. Obviously I wouldn't be able to understand exactly what he did with it, so I smiled back thankfully for the dumbing down.
"Awesome, dude." Amy caught up with us as well. Jason had already gone to school this morning, meeting up with a partner for a project in his technology class. He went to school early a lot—the teachers probably had him come in to see if he was caught up with the rest of the class. I knew better—Jason was smarter than me, and I was passing okay.
"Check it out Amy—Miles made communicators for everyone!" I grinned, showing her mine. Miles explained again how they worked and handed hers over—it said Rose on it in white, curly script over a light pink background.
"It's so cool. Are you giving everyone something like this?" Amy asked, marveling at it.
"Yeah! It'll be way easier to work with . . . I also made a little something for myself back in the workshop too." He only grinned, refusing to tell us what it was.
The school day was boring as heck minus the announcement for the Spring Fling dance. Don't get me wrong, the last dance with Amy was great, but we hadn't really talked about what was going to happen between us. I didn't know if I should ask her again or not.
After school we got to hang out more in the park with Ethan, Emily, and Sam. The three of them stopped us just outside of school and we all went to the picnic benches at the park.
"Yeah, so apparently we can invite anyone we want to the dance," Scarlet explained.
"It's not restricted to just students? In that case, come with me to the dance, sweetie," Emily smiled, hugging Sam. He stiffened for a second, then nodded.
"Hey, Amy, is your cousin Nellie still in town?" Miles asked nervously. Amy grinned.
"She sure is. Why don't you stop by her house with me on the way home? I have to babysit her tonight and you're one of her best friends." He nodded vigorously. I grinned at him, and he rolled his eyes.
"In that case, do you have anything you want to ask me, John?" purred Scarlet. Of course, John, clueless as ever, answered stupidly:
"Huh?" Scarlet huffed.
"Well, I guess you don't want to go to the dance with me then," she said, turning red.
"I assumed we were going together. I mean you are my girlfriend," he said. Scarlet smirked.
"Watch it next time, buddy, or that might not be the case," and she kissed him on the cheek, to which he turned as red as his echidna form.
"Y-yeah." He sighed.
"Will you go with me to the dance, Eliza?" Jason asked suddenly. She nodded, a small blush forming on her cheeks.
"I already asked, so you guys know. I'm going with Elaine," Damon said. It was clear that the only ones without a date so far were Ethan, Amy, and I.
"Well? Eric?" Amy asked. I felt my face get hot.
"Uh, erm . . . excuse me for a minute . . ." and I took off running.
"ERIC SARALI YOU GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!" she shouted, and I heard peals of laughter from our friends. I looked back to find her chasing me. When we were out of sight of the others—in this case, behind a tree—I stopped, scratching the back of my head as I tried to think of what to say to her. Crap, that wasn't a good idea.
"Eric, why would you run away like that?" she asked, lips pursed.
"I didn't think . . . well, first of all, I didn't think, period. Second, I don't feel like it would be all that special asking just like everyone else was all of a sudden. . ." I hoped that would be enough for her—I wasn't going to lie, but I didn't want to hurt her feelings either.
"Well, I know for a fact," Amy said, "that if it's you asking, it's special to me." I felt my face grow hot. She smiled at my embarrassment amusedly-I was a little annoyed with that, but I kept going.
"Amy, I asked you to the last dance but I didn't really know what happened after. Things are so crazy and we don't get to hang out a lot . . ."
"That's why I want to be together with the time we have," she smiled.
"Then will you be my girlfriend?" She gasped and tackled me, kissing me so fast even I was lightheaded. I grinned stupidly—I'll admit that.
"Let's head back," Amy said, taking my hand and pulling me back to where everyone was.
"We're going to the dance together," she confirmed. Light cheering erupted from our friends.
"Awesome!" grinned Ethan. "Now I just need to get a date . . . it doesn't have to be someone I know. I can afford to make new friends in town . . . anyone have a sister I can ask?" Damon looked uneasy as he nodded.
"She's a little younger, but yeah. Her name's Maria." Ethan grinned.
"Don't worry, Damon, if I ask her I'll take care of her. Mind if I do, though?" Damon frowned, but shrugged.
"Fine. Just . . . she's my little sister so don't do anything funny," he said quickly, turning a little red as he did. Ethan laughed.
"Aw, come on, I wasn't even thinking of it. And I won't. I haven't even asked her yet, okay?" Damon shrugged.
"Okay then. Hey, we should all go shopping together!" smiled Scarlet. The girls seemed to then go on . . . and on . . . and on . . . about dresses, shoes, makeup styles, and otherwise girl topics.
"Hey Elaine, how's the video coming for us?" said Ethan, annoyed.
"Fine. Just cleaning up the editing so that it looks more professional," she said over her shoulder before returning to the conversation. I looked over at Damon and he shrugged. I'd never get the appeal of shopping.
"Girls." It was our only explanation.
"Hey, what do you think of this one?" Amy said, holding up a pink sparkly dress with a huge bow on it in front of her. Elaine made a face.
"No, the bow is obnoxious. The color is good though," she nodded. Scarlet and Emily were in another section, arguing.
"Sparkles are so in right now," Emily complained. "They're more showy."
"But it's gaudy," countered Scarlet, "Do you want to look like some sort of kindergartener's art project? Besides, the ones from that company are too expensive for what they're made of." Emily glared at her and proceeded through the glittery dresses. Scoffing, the redhead turned her back on the girl and looked in the section of long evening gowns.
"What do you think, Maria?" asked Eliza, handing her one that resembled Maria Robotnik's.
"I like it. Try this one on, and I'll try it," smiled the eighth grader, giving Eliza a lavender taffeta one.
"I got a call from Eric," giggled Amy. The others stopped what they were doing and leaned closer to listen in. She answered, putting her cell phone on speaker.
"Hey Amy, it's me," said his voice from the phone.
"Hi Eric. What's up?"
"We're all just at John's house playing video games. I'm just curious when you'll get back . . . we're all kinda hungry buy we don't want to make his mom cook dinner twice."
"We'll get there when we get there. Your stomachs are like bottomless pits-you can handle a couple more hours. Besides, you know you can't come here. We want you to be surprised at the dance," she chided before saying goodbye to the still complaining Eric.
"Food: the number one thing on a guy's mind," grinned Elaine amusedly. Amy rolled her eyes.
"They're not coming back for a while," I sighed. So we continued our previous conversation whilst doing Sonic Colors Multiplayer.
"I swear, Comic Con is so close this year! We should totally go!" said Jason. I shook my head.
"Are you kidding? What would we all go as? You know the girls would make everyone dress up."
"All I can say is I refuse to dress as Pikachu or any sort of Pokémon," Miles confirmed.
"Some people do anime. But I won't do anything creepy," said Damon, shivering. Then I had an idea.
"Dragon Ball Z anyone?" I said. Jason laughed.
"It's perfect! They match up pretty well . . . I'm Trunks," he grinned, satisfied.
"That makes me your father, Jason," Damon pointed out, "as Vegeta and Shadow are fairly similar, too." He smirked slightly and I grinned.
"Then I'm Goku! And John can be Piccolo, and Miles can be Goten or Krillin. . . what do you think?"
"Goten, for sure," said Miles. (Insert Shameless Plugin: I am also doing a DBZ fic at the moment for any of you who are interested. :) End Shameless Plugin)
The doorbell rang. We could hear light laughter from the other side.
"FINALLY! FOOD!" shouted John, and we all rushed to greet the girls and bring them to the dinner table. They each had a large plastic bag with them, which they set in the living room.
John's mom fed us and we headed out.
"What about you, Ethan? Sam?" Ethan said he would probably be Raditz or Bardock, and Sam said probably Android 17.
It fits, something in the back of my mind told me.
I adjusted the blue tie for about the fiftieth time. All of the others were there-Amy and the girls would meet us at the door.
"Let's dance, Sarali," grinned Ethan as he pulled up in a car. Apparently he recently got his license, and though I was uneasy about all the people piling in, we headed towards the school. I could tell he was pushing the speed limit but didn't say anything because I probably would have if I could drive. He parked with no problem and we all got out.
Let's dance, Scourge.