This choice: next time don't leave your nasty shoes here" *given to Rebecca as planned* • Go Back...Chapter #4next time don't leave your nasty shoes here... by: lilipoot   Melissa lets out a deep sigh of relief as she hears Rebecca let out a bright happy "I won't, promise! Thanks!" and then a different finger appears to hold her temporary home. The bouncing began again as she was carried out of the house, and she moved her head as much as she could to look over at her friend's finger. No polish, she wasn't the type of girl that put too much attention into her appearance. It just naturally came together for her, but she definitely gave off a minor tom boy personality, even if she didn't have the look. Melissa started remembering the few times she'd actually gotten her to dress up. Again her mind drifted, so much that she barely even noticed the aroma coming from the shoe, and for the moment, herself.
She was jolted back when she realized that the finger was no longer in the shoe. It tongue of the shoe had been lifted up, and Rebecca's eyes were peering in, one hand pinching her nose. "Oh wow! Melissa, you weren't joking! You actually look like part of the insole!... Oh god, I'm sorry! You didn't-" she started, then her sympathy for what her friend currently was part of got pushed aside when she remembered why she had chosen this. "You uh, didn't answer when I called back. See, coach called, and a few of the other girls were all down at the park together, so we're having an impromptu practice. So uh, I'm gonna need to use my shoes... and they're doing it right away, so I don't know how fast you can change back, but..." True she had driven by a few of her teammates practicing a bit in the park, but it wasn't anything major. She just had to test Melissa's reaction.
The misshapen lump of material, previous pressed flat and smooth through repeated wear, started to move a bit. If she hadn't been warned, and if she couldn't see it moving, Rebecca wouldn't believe it. It looked like someone had taken the fake leather like (formerly) white material of the insole, and sculpted a body out of it. If she focused hard, she could make out Melissa's features, but the black toe stains from years of wear made it hard to make out details. She shook her head out of the thought to focus on what Melissa said, "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you that well. What'd you say?"
Melissa had been telling her friend it might take her a while and that she might have to miss a practice. However, when she looked up at her friends big wide open eyes, and remembered how much every minute of practice meant to her, and her inner monologue was basically "Oh god I'm laying helpless and basically naked in front of the hottest girl I know, I'm almost just part of her wardrobe and oh god I can't believe this what do I do and..." well, she realized she wouldn't be changing back anytime soon. Grinning a little, she said louder "I-It's okay. I've been through worse, I'd, um, hate for you to miss a game..."
Melissa could only see from the eyes and up on Rebecca, but saw as her eyes looked a bit confused and her brow furrowed, "Been through worse? Mel, I accidentally dropped a sock on you after a game once, and you whined and gagged for 15 minutes. I've had those shoes for two years. Don't try telling me you've had worse. Seriously, honesty now. Can you get unstuck before I get to the park? Or should I call back and cancel?"
For a moment, Melissa was happy she wasn't flesh and blood, because she'd be blushing intensely. She knew that Rebecca would likely miss the game if she asked her to, but she also knew that she'd be awfully disappointed. She didn't want to see that expression on her face magnified so large like the frown now aimed at her. "I... I don't know, I'll try, but, um, if I can't, just go ahead and wear them for the practice. I know how much it means to you. I'm squishy just like the insole, and I don't seem to need to be able to breath, so I should be fine," She said, even as she though to herself how she wished not having to breath meant not being able to smell or taste.
The expression on Rebecca's face didn't change to happiness or relief like expected. Instead, suspicion and annoyance spread on her face, "Alright, I'm going to ask you something, and I want the truth, alright? No matter what it is. I've been hearing a lot of people talk about you, and about me, or rather you and your feelings for me. Are you saying that just because you want me as more than a friend?"
Melissa looked at the eyes, knowing that the blush she felt earlier would've spread across her whole body at the accusation if she were all person. She struggled for a response for a moment, mouth opening and closing, then finally said, she hoped convincingly, "Seriously, I swear to god Rebecca, it's not like that. I just don't want you to miss a practice. It's nothing like that, promise. Even if I felt like that, I know we're just friends."
Rebecca's expression stayed exactly the same for a few moments, and then she said, "You know Melissa, we've been friends forever, and...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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