"Y'ello?"

"TAMIA GET OVER TO MY HOUSE RIGHT NOW, PLEASE!"

"Whoa, whoa. Becca, calm down. What do you need?"

"TAMIA I AM HAVING A PANIC ATTACK GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW."

"Fine! Gods! I'm coming over! Chill!"

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Tamia walks straight into Rebecca's house. She knows that her mom isn't home, her grandma is probably out and about, and her brother's at 'Jared's place.' Plus, the door was just unlocked.

"REBECCA!" Tamia shouts. "I'M HERE!" There's no response. She sighs and climbs up the stairs to where her room was.

The door was a plain white but inside held a pristine blue-colored room. There was a dresser off to the side that was set up with succulents and framed pictures of Rebecca's friends. There was even one of Rebecca and Tamia. There was a bed off to the side that was a mess with a few stuffed animals here and there. There were a few sweatshirts laying here and there. A few of them were even Camp Halfblood sweatshirts. A bookstand stands next to her bed filled with, you guessed it, books.

But, the only thing Tamia was currently interested in was a desk standing next to a closet. A math book was open with pencils and pieces of paper scattered around. It wasn't the desk that she was really interested in. It was the person sobbing underneath it. She kneels down to look at her.

"What's your problem, sis?" She asks. Rebecca wasn't even in her normal clothes but instead in a dress.

"I can't do this, Thommy..." Rebecca mutters. "I can't do it..."

"What are you talking about?" Tamia murmurs.

"This is my first school dance..." She sobs a little. "I'm going with Adrien... I CAN'T EVEN DO MY LOUSY MAKEUP."

"Is that really the only reason you're crying?" Tamia laughs a little. "Because you can't do your makeup?"

"Not just that! I'M GONNA DO SOMETHING WRONG! I'M GONNA FORK UP SOMEHOW! THAT'S WHAT I ALWAYS DO!"

"Oh, please, If anyone's gonna mess something up it's the Hermit crab. Plus! You're never like this. You're freaking out over literally nothing. I'll help you with your makeup. Then, I'm out." 

Becca's face suddenly lights up, "I HAVE AN IDEA!" She quickly crawls out from under the desk and grabs her sister by her shoulders. "YOU'RE GONNA GO TO THE DANCE WITH ME! YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS AND YOUR GIRLFRIEND! YOU GUYS ARE GONNA HELP ME OUT!" 

Tamia stands up straighter, "but you're a Sophmore! I'm in 8th grade! You can't do that!" 

"YES I CAN!" She grabs Tamia's hand. "LET'S GO GET MY MAKEUP DONE AND THEN FIND YOUR FRIENDS TO FIND THEM FANCY OUTFITS!" 

She gulps. This was a bad idea to come over. 

(Part 1)