*Picture: Lillian's new dress
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It's been a second or a few since my clumsiness decided to make an appearance. Right in the middle of a crowded shop and right in front of the school's hottest badboy who seems to hate my guts already since the second our eyes met. And like the idiot that I am, I'm still holding onto Aiden's arm for dear life. I slowly turn my body around to face his, still supported by his arms, murmuring out a thanks and an explanation: "Thanks...I've lost my battle to gravity too many years ago."

"I've noticed. It's okay, I've got you," he coughs and looks me deep into the eyes, a small encouraging smile fighting its way on his face. It's not too long before he goes on in a soft whisper:

"Can you fucking get off me already or do I have to hold you up like a goddamn baby for the whole day?"

"Well, whenever you find it suitable enough you can flipping remove your arms off me already!" I clap back at him.

He immediately releases me. I throw daggers at him, while we slowly make our way over farther into the shop like nothing just happened between us. He picks out a dress on the way. Like hell!
"I don't do dresses!" I say in a hiss passing him and his outstretched arm holding the dress, my tom-boyish self resurfacing once again. He scoffs, but doesn't really elaborate.

Two hours later of too many pointless arguments between us than I would like to admit and I'm finally heading for the long-ass line for the Childrens' dressing rooms, and it's then I realize Aiden is walking in the same direction as me.
"Where do you think you're going?" I ask him in much confusion with a raised questioning eyebrow.

"Accompanying you in the dressing room to address my honest humble opinion and enjoy the show?" he has the audacity to explain.

"Oh, no, no, no, no, hell no! See that floor over there? Yeah, that's where you'll be sitting you perfect butt down on, waiting for me to finish up in there!" I command firmly with a little scowl playing onto my lips.

"Would you like to say 'no' one more time perhaps?" he muses, clearly entertained by my outburst.

"No, I'm fine! Shu, shu! Bye!" I wave him off with my hands the way I would to a fly. Astonishingly enough he turns out to be smarter than a fly and takes off right away with a small huff.

After standing in the line, that kinda line you waste years of your life waiting in, I get to one of the rooms by a holy miracle. It's only then I spot the seven different dresses Aiden has snuck into my cart, even though I've clearly told him off a couple of times. Just for the heck of proving him wrong I pick out the first dress to try it out.

After deciding on everything I want, I head for the cashier, passing by Aiden that's clearly too busy flirting with a pretty girl with long black hair. Or maybe not, cause a few seconds later he catches up with me at the cashier, just in time to see me handing the cashier the seven glorious pairs of dresses. He hums a song softly, as a quirky victorious smirk quickly forms on his full lips. Annoying tease!

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"You... l-look b-bomb-b?" Tiana stutters while casting an eye over me in much suspicion. It's no secret I never looked that good since...well... never. Period.

"I know right... like who am I?!" I ask genuinely intrigued and let out a small laugh at her puzzled expression.

I quickly adjust my dress when I realize it's hitched up too much... way too far up my butt. I'm two minutes into Tuesday and I'm pretty sure a few in the locker hallway have already had their eyeful for the day.

"You look good though! Baby blue goes well with you... especially since you have faded blue hair!" she gasps, still eyeing me in much appreciation like I've grown a sense of style. I don't want to disappoint her yet, so I don't correct her train of thoughts.

"You know what? I think Aiden did a really good job. He somehow managed to morph you into a human-being again! Just wait until guys start lining up for you!" she squeals and I puff out a breath, not really wanting to admit just that. He did an... okay-ish job. At its most! And for that he's been upgraded from my 'hated black-listed' list to my 'strongly disliked black-listed' one.

All of a sudden, Tiana's demeanor changes. Her eyes lights up like the 4th of July, like as if the Pixel lamp has been turned on, and she has that look on her face that suggests she has something crazy in store for me. Looks like it'll be a very interesting Tuesday morning!

"Why wait, actually! Let's get your Prince Charming right now! Why don't we hit that football field before class starts and find you a bae?" she suggests with a twinkle in her eyes, as if it's just as easy as picking up a sundae from McDonald's.

"I'm not sure. I don't have a good feel..." I mutter, but she grabs me by the arm and is already dragging me through the school hallways. Guess Operation Find Prince Charming, OFPC for short, starts earlier than anyone would've expected. Not that I'm complaining.

The weatherman clearly forgot to mention the strong winds mother nature is blessing us with today. Or you could say, that Karma has in store for me. It's too windy a tornado and three different natural disasters might as well be coming on. Great coincidence then, since I'm wearing the shortest dress possible on none other day than today. Just about time I remembered why I stopped wearing dresses in the first place!

I spot Aiden in the distance. The football team have a free pass to skip the first two school lessons for training. Makes me consider joining football, if I didn't go out of breath by the third stair I'm climbing. Besides, laying on couches and beds are already my speciality and it acquires some real talent which I of course obtain a lot of!

They're running so quick around the field. So quick that I actually feel exhausted, only trying to keep track. I doubt anyone would even notice me while they're running around like wild frantic chickens.

That's when the ball rolls over stopping right at my right foot. Me. And I stress again, me. The least qualified or interested or physically capable person to do any kind of physical movement there is yet to find on earth.

All eleven pairs of eyes turn right at me staring bluntly, my hands at the hem of my dress trying my hardest to keep it down to cover up the goods.

"Kick that football!" They all start cheering loudly like small children and I can't help but blink rapidly back. In the mid of my internal struggle I quickly consider deflating the damn ball already, since it's growing to be such a burden on me. But decide against it. Too much effort to do so!

Then I take my choice. And kick the ball. And immediately regret it.

Beside the fact that my shoe flew off my foot in the force of my kick and that my dress got hitched up all the way until my chest revealing my bra and panties, the ball swings lightly in the air a few meters until it finally lands right on a certain Aiden Cuber, kicking him right in the face and knocking him out cold.
Shit!

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