Brenda and I were sitting in photography class, chatting as our fight assignments came back. We had submitted pictures to the dean for the fight, and he had absolutely loved them. These assignments were now being handed back.
I looked in the folder, went through the pictures from that fight, and I beamed with pride. I looked at the assignment sheet and saw that I received an A+ on the photography. It made me feel incredible that I had done so well.
“Great job, girl. That was a pretty great assignment, and you had good reason to do well.” She meant Jet, and yet I didn't think it had anything to do with how well the pictures came out. I put the pictures back into their folder, and made note that I would have to show them to Jet the next time we got together.
“Don't forget that we have that campus costume party to go to tonight.”
“How could I forget?”
“Don't be a party pooper; I think it will be a lot of fun. Plus, everyone is going to be there.”
“Yeah, well, that's usually part of the problem. So what did you decide to be?”
“Ansel Adams.”
I started laughing. “You're kidding me?”
“No. I went to a vintage store and collected a bunch of things together, and I even found an old camera.”
I was still laughing. “Well, good, then. You will probably win for originality, that's for sure. Is your new beau going to be there?”
She smiled. “He's not my beau. This is only going to be our third date.”
“Well, you know what happens on a third date.” I couldn't help but smile when I saw her eyes go round. Brenda blushed deeply. She was really shy when it came to boys, but I thought the guy she was dating was a stand up fella, so I didn't think she would end up in over her head. Not like me.
“So, what did you decide to be?”
“Oh, nothing as original as you. Julie dragged me to one of those costume stores, and that's where we did some damage. Julie ended up getting a vampire costume. You know how she is about vampires.”
Brenda giggled. “Yeah, sometimes I think she would like to be one.”
I nodded. “Yeah, and to be honest, I couldn't find a damn thing that I felt comfortable in, so I just let Julie pick for me.”
“Ohh, that was probably a bad idea. Did she get you something slutty?”
I laughed. “No, I did draw the line there; I didn't want anything that required me to wear a short skirt. So she picked Catwoman for me.”
“You're not joking?”
“No, and although I don't show any skin, the outfit itself is skin-tight. There really are no words for it.”
Brenda chuckled. “Well, that's why I choose to make my own. Had I Googled my costume, I guarantee I would have pulled up a slutty version of Ansel Adams.”
We laughed together. I started gathering up my books, as class was ending. Brenda decided to come back to my apartment and get ready there. Then we would all go to the party together.
“Oh God, I can't be seen in this. I don't know what I was thinking when I allowed you to choose a costume for me. I may have been better off with a short skirt.” I stepped out of the bathroom, where Julie and Brenda were waiting. They looked amazing, Brenda really outdid herself with the originality of her costume, and she didn't even have to look slutty. Julie looked stunning, of course, as part of the undead world. She had found adhesive fangs that were so real looking that they gave me the creeps. They were a hell of a lot better than those fake choppers that used to be worn with vampire costumes.
Although she looked creepy, her outfit was also hot as hell. And that left me, Catwoman. I had the traditional pantsuit that was skin-tight, and a face mask that covered my eyes, and some cat ears. I had curled my red hair so that it was full enough that I could attach my eyes to it, and it would look less like a costume. When I stepped out of the bathroom, their mouths dropped open.
“What? What happened?”
“Oh my God, Natalie, you look ridiculously hot; no one at that party is even going to remember that you are an art student in that getup.”
“Oh, stop.”
“No, seriously. If Jet is there, he may have to fight for your attention this time.”
She managed to make me blush as well, and we decided to have a glass of wine before we headed out to the party. We sat and talked about boys and assignments, and vowed that we would all end up back at our apartment that night without any guys in tow. It was certainly something that I had to keep a handle on, so I was glad the girls were okay with stopping such situations if they happened.