"Are you ready now? I still have to stop at my house before picking up my sisters."

"Oh, right. Let's go. We have to meet Nick at five. We only have two hours to pick them up and get you dressed."

"I don't need to change. I don't have extra bras like you. I only have a few, and they need to last me for the weekend."

"You can borrow one of mine. Hmm, let's see what looks good on you." Marissa pulls me into her closet and places multiple bras in front of me, scanning to see which would look the best.

"Marissa, I really don't need to change. I'm fine wearing this. I can manage," I say, hoping to persuade her out of it. I would love to borrow one of hers, but I'm just not used to kind acts. Brittany is never nice enough to share her clothes, and Blythe is only seven; we could never fit the same bras. Maybe later on in life we will, but not now. Besides, Marissa and I aren't even the same size.

"Nonsense, what are friends for?"

I smile, "Thanks, Marissa."

"No problem. Now, stay still, so I can see." I do as I am told. "Here, try this on," Marissa says, handing me an identical bra like hers. The only thing opposite of hers is that mine is blue. I grab the bra, and Marissa swims out of her closet to allow me to change. I quickly change into it. I look around for a mirror, but there isn't one in here.

I wish I could see what I look like... Marissa knocks on the door.

"I'll be out in a minute!" I scream loud enough for her to hear. I make sure the strings are in their place, and there's no unwanted skin showing before I swim out.

Pleased, Marissa coos, "Ooh, sexy! I knew that would look great on you!"

"Do I really look cute?" I ask, astonished.

"More than cute, girl! You look hot!" Marissa purrs, winking.

I chuckle, "Well, I'm shocked I actually fit it."

"Well, you're not fat, so I'm not surprised. Unless, you were calling me fat?" Marissa questions.

"No, I was not calling you fat."

"Good. Now, let me grab my make-up bag, and then, we'll leave." I nod. Marissa grabs her gigantic bag the size of a purse. It is literally stacked to the top, full of make-up, and it's not even all of it! Marissa grabs her backpack and heads for the front door. We make it down the hall and a couple feet from the door until I hear her scream something. "Wait!" Marissa says, stopping.

"What?" I ask, confused.

"Go ahead, and swim outside. I'll be right there. I just need to grab something." I nod my head and watch her flee towards her bedroom.

As soon as Marissa disappears out of my eyesight, I head for the door. I swim outside and close the door. I don't want to upset Angela again. Well, more than what she already is. I swim a few feet from the door just to make sure I won't get yelled at for nothing by her.

As I turn around to look back towards Marissa's house, Marissa swims frantically out the door.

"Ready?" I ask.

"Yeah, we have to hurry!" She swims past me hastily and heads for my house. I follow closely behind.

~

I swim in my house and quickly look for my mom. I head straight to the kitchen, which is where I assume she'll be. That's where she usually is. I peek my head through and see her hovering over the stove. She's making dinner.

"Mom?" I ask nervously.

"Mmm?"

"Can I work on my school project at my partner's house? Marissa will be there."

"Sure, sweetie. When will you be leaving?"

"At five."

"Ooh, that's coming up close. You'll have to hurry."

"I know. We're going to go pick up Brittany and Blythe right now."

"Okay, sweetie." I kiss her on the cheek before heading to my room. I place my backpack on my bed. Marissa does the same as if she has done this a million times. I mean, Marissa has practically lived here her whole life. We glance at each other before racing out the door towards Brittany's school with only twelve minutes to go before we're late.