Thread: Hugs And Killers (McD & darkangel76)

Cecilee only half listened to Trisha as they sat there sipping their beverages. Her mind was drifting, thinking on the music she'd been playing back at the studio before Trisha had come to fetch her. The piece she'd been playing was one she was practicing for her upcoming recital. She along with a couple others at the studio were putting on a concert to help promote it, to give them visibility and hopefully pull in more students. The turn out was usually fairly decent from year to year and it typically did well on spreading the word of what they had to offer. You're not listening, are you, Trisha stated, her lips pursed into a pout. I...I'm sorry, Cecilee said softly, her cheeks tingeing a shade of pink. Her blue eyes shifted to look at the floor as she brought her cup to her lips to take a sip of her tea. I'm just thinking about my recital. That's next week. Isn't it? Trisha asked, genuinely curious. Cecilee nodded and smiled, her eyes moving to look back at her friend. It is. She let out a soft sigh and brought her legs up onto the soft chair she was sitting upon. I know! Trisha exclaimed. Let's go shopping for a dress for you! Immediately, Cecilee winced, a soft groan resonating in her throat. The idea of shopping wasn't a pleasant one and doing it with Trisha...? Well, the girl had a way of making the task take hours. I don't know, Cecilee replied, reluctance evident in her voice. She took another sip of her tea. I should probably practice. Trisha scowled. Oh, you'll have plenty of time for that! What's one day! Frowning, Cecilee just nodded her head in agreement. Trish just smiled broadly, the clear look of victory plastered all over her face. The next day, Cecilee woke up rather irritable. She knew that Trisha would be arriving early to pick her up so that they could go shopping. The very idea of having to go out a be her 'doll' wasn't setting well and she was desperately trying to figure out a way to bail. Unfortunately, every excuse she'd tried to throw at her hadn't worked. She'd seen through it completely. Finally, Trisha arrived and buzzed her doorbell. Cecilee answered and tried her best to smile. Don't look so grumpy! Trisha admonished. Cecilee just glared and pushed at her glasses, her dark hair pulled up into a sloppy knot. You worry about having to try on a slew of dresses that you know will look terrible on you so, in the end, you'll have wasted your day entirely. She frowned and hugged her arms about her middle. Oh, it won't be that bad. I promise! Trisha said excitedly, her dark eyes sparkling. Cecilee just shook her head and grabbed her bag, slinging it over her shoulder. In no way did she believe her. Every time she was dragged out to shop...she came home empty handed. She had no reason to believe this time would be any different. Store after store...the two meandered in and out, Cecilee trying on this dress and that. Each and every one not satisfying her tastes...or Trisha's. They walked around for a few hours before Cecilee just couldn't take it any longer. I think this trip is a bust, Trish, Cecilee stated, sighing lightly as her hand clutched her bag. I guess, Trisha responded with a shrug. Sorry for bringing you out. It's all right, Cecilee said, her tone light, trying to make it known she wasn't too angry with her friend. After Cecilee was dropped off, she decided to check her mail. She went to her mailbox and opened it up with her key. Inside was a package. She quirked a brow, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. What's this? Cecilee asked herself out loud. She pulled the package out of her box and brought it up to her apartment where she could open it up without issue. Carefully, Cecilee opened the package and her blue eyes widened at what she saw. Inside was a dressa beautiful black dressthat seemed to be about her size along with a necklace. Her smile broadened when she saw the note and her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. Cecilee immediately went to try on the dress, changing quickly so that she could see how it looked on her body. She didn't know how, but...it fit her perfectly. And the necklace was the perfect accent jewelry. Her breath hitched in her throat and she gasped after she looked at reflection staring back at herself in the mirror. She then took the hair tie out of her hair and let her dark hair fall loosely about her shoulders. Ohh... Cecilee said softly, never having seen herself look this nice before. Her cheeks flushed even more, her thoughts wandering, wondering who might have sent her such a nice gift...who would've known or cared. 'An admirer,' Cecilee thought, her lips still curved in a smile. 'I must have a secret admirer.' As that thought began to swim around Cecilee's head, she felt the slightest bit of warmth begin to work its way along her skin while a tiny flutter of excitement began to form in her tummy.