Snippet #2268225

Monica

Laughing so much her abs hurt, Monica stuck out her pinkie as well. "I promise, I promise," she laughed. "Though I doubt it'll happen."

They started looking through the dresses, Monica eyeing a lovely green with brown lace one, while Lili seemed more interested in the more flamboyant designs. Monica didn't have much money, but slipped into the changing room to try it on anyway, just to see. Gingerly, she stepped out of the changing room without her sneakers on and glanced at her reflection. The hair wasn't good, nor the twig-like legs, but the dress...was gorgeous.

"Nice," a male voice commented from behind.

Spinning about, Monica made a weird squeaking noise and found the culprit. He was about a head taller than her, sporting jeans and a plain black t-shirt. His blonde hair sat short and slightly pulled together on top like an attempt a a mohawk without any hair to deal with. It actually looked strange, but Monica wasn't worried about that. Her cheeks pinked.

"Me?"

"Yeah, you."

"I uh...thanks."

He chuckled once. "You're uh...welcome."

Monica adjusted her glasses and them tore them away completely. "I was just...with a friend...I'm...going now." Dashing back into the changing room, she listened for him to walk away, which didn't seem to be happening. Not until the stall beside hers opened and a female voice spoke.

"Ready to go, babe?"

The young man replied, "Yeah, sure."

"Do you like my dress?"

"It's...a dress."

The couple started away, voices fading. Monica carefully opened the door and searched for any trace of the blonde boy. There was none. Glad to be alone then, she slipped her glasses back on and went back to the full-length mirrors. Her smile slowly returned and she swayed back and forth.


KJ

He glanced to the TV set, taking in the gruesome sight of the dead girl's mangled body. "An animal...right. What in Las Vegas could have a jaw like that?"

The segment ended, leaving KJ to head back to the kitchen, pouring more cereal into his mouth from the box. "I've wracked my brain. I don't know what this thing is. I doubt you do. We might need an expert. With books and stuff."