A chasm of darkness laid beneath you, in it was the metallic shine of hair clips and whatever else Melly needed on the spot. It was the shirt pocket on Melly’s chest, her quickly developing chest. She noticed your worried looks, “Yeah, sorry Bro. I would put you somewhere else, but my skirt doesn’t have any pockets; and anywhere else would just be sick. I mean, you are my brother.”
“Never stopped you before…” You mumbled suspiciously.
Melly didn’t hear you, “So again; sorry Bro.” She didn’t sound sorry in the slightest as her fingers released you.
The plummet wasn’t anything new, you were still for a split second, you fell, and the cushion of Melly’s pocket saves your life, although the hair pins made it a bit of a pain, especially when your head slammed into one.
“Ugh,” You worked your way to your feet woozily, quickly noting a weird indentation in the walls of your pocket-prison. It looked familiar, reminding you of December and Rouge for some odd reason…then you realized, it was Melly’s nipple! As Dad you only had one thought, When did they get like that?! Guys must’ve been swooning over her…brotherly protectiveness showed itself a bit, not that you had the ability to do anything anyway.
Melly interrupted the brotherly moment, “Brother, before I go you better hide in one of the hair pins. Otherwise one of them might crush you on the way.” It seemed suspicious but, Melly was right. At your size, a slight tumble of one of those pins would pretty much end it; you stepped onto a conveniently placed one that required no climbing…a purple one it seemed.
Perfectly like a teenager, Melly didn’t bother checking up on you before taking off, in the distance you could hear a car blaring the new music of the decade, Melly’s friends had arrived. Melly happily hopped in along with her small group. They started talking, but it was boring girl-talk so you started tuning out…instead you began focusing on recalling Melly’s group.
Aside from Melly herself there was…Sydney, a blonde preppy sort of girl who was actually rather smart. She seemed nice enough, but in your various adventures in Milly’s clothing you learned she had a tendency to be a bit bossy, even domineering to an extent. All in all, a safe person to be with, 16-years old and relatively responsible, but she did give these weird glances whenever she saw you…
Next up was the senior of the group, their leader so-to-speak, Lauren. At 18 or 19, Lauren was quite a knockout, nice body, nice attitude, very smart, and best of all…she wasn’t evil a bit! She was the kind of girl you had to stop yourself from eyeing once in a while she seemed so perfect, D-Cups, long brown hair, attractive glasses, a bit of a nerdy anime side, smart, beautiful…and not evil! Which was a big plus with your experience, not that you’d trade her for Rachael. But you knew from experience, people like her tended to have stress issues, she probably was in desperate need of an outlet for it, which was the one thing that you made sure to remember about her.
Last was the one friend you always worried about, Amber, the group goth. She had a style a bit like Ingrid’s and Rouge’s loose, gothy, revealing clothing, but unlike neither of them…you had no idea how she was; she virtually never spoke around you; although, according to Melly she was quite a chatterbox when with her friends, which you soon found out one day in your sister’s shoe. Her hair color tended to change weekly, last you saw it was blue; and her body…maybe about Ingrid’s sizes, C’s or so. She made no effort to hide the looks she gave you, looks that almost looked…primal, honestly, she scared you like Rouge did.
Judging from the voices, it were these three friends Melly was with, and their destination; the Mall. Thankfully, Melly didn’t go full on teenage girl yet, she wasn’t risking endangering you, least not yet…you found a small crevice in the hair pin to slide into for safe measure though. “I can’t wait til we get there!” Melly laughed.
The car stopped.
Speak of the Devil. You thought.
“We’re here!” Sydney cheered with Melly. In the background Lauren giggled while Amber sighed, one of those two whispered something, but with Melly and Sydney’s shouts you only caught part of it and not who said it. “…Do you have it?”
Milly’s body movement gave you the impression she was nodding, “Yeah! Just hold on…”
What little light you had blotted out as Melly’s fingers slid in, reaching for you. Escape efforts were futile, the hair pin assured that as Melly’s pocket moved with her hand. You were left with no choice but to hold on for dear life to avoid falling and possibly dying from a falling hair pin. The pillar of Melly’s finger gently grazed the hair pin you were on, even grazing you a bit, not that she could’ve felt that.
She pulled the hair pin, and you out, “Here you go…”
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