I've never been one for wearing dress's, looking for a girl like that then you'd want Mitchie. She loves them. Short, long, sleeves, sleeveless and in all colours. Weird thing is she looks good in all kinds. She's got lovely straight hair that hangs over her shoulders and down her back with gentle brown eyes that gaze at you from underneath her bangs. And lets just say her body is defiantly good enough to be in a dress. That's why when she and Shane ended it she had no trouble finding another boy. Yeah, you heard me right her and Shane broke up. No-one saw it coming they just randomly decided to end it one day. They say it was a mutual decision and still talk but I reckon different. Shanes never been the same as he was when he was with her. He's less chatty and more silent and broody whether that's a good or bad thing I don't know. Anyway where was I? Oh yeah the dress!

Well you see I'm on my way to Jason's engagement party with Mitchie of course. She's in this lovely short red dress that hugs every curve perfectly of course and I'm well…I'm in a strapless dark blue dress that hugs my non-existent figure ( I have very few female curves, near enough none at all ) when it reaches my waist it then flows out to mid-thigh. IM IN A DRESS! And the hair is just ridiculous, it's got a life of its own and instead of staying straight like I planned it's returned to its original curls that bounce just below my shoulders. But get this; I've got electric blue streaks to match my dress. It the best part of the outfit except the blue converse on my feet, I cant walk in heels so I've decided to go without even though now I look tinchy compared to Mitchie in her Stilettos. The hair that's dyed lies in curls at the front near my face and the blue stands out brilliantly against the light brown of my natural hair.

"Hello? Earth to Caitlyn?" Mitchie's waving a hand in front of my face as if I'm an idiot, well I'll show her. Just as her hand passes over my mouth I stick my tongue out and lick the palm of her hand, grinning as she pull it away with disgust plainly written across her face.

"Ugh Caitlyn you licked me. I'm sure I've caught a disease off you" at that point we simultaneously dissolve into a fit of giggles in the back of the taxi. The taxi man gives us a weird look in his mirror but we don't care, we never do. When we start laughing there's no stopping us.

We're still giggling when we step out of the cab in front of the club the party's in. Nate and Shane are standing in the car park leaning against the metal gate opposite the door, both with some kind of drink in their hands. Alcoholic I'm guessing.

"Why hello ladies" Nate says trying to be smooth and its completely failing for him. By the way he's looking at Mitchie in that dress though my guess that his feelings for her are much more than friendly. Especially with her in that figure hugging dress. Her legs are on full display and the neckline isn't exactly modest. We walk over, Mitchie in her stilettos and me in my converse while Nate continues to gape at Mitchie

"You look amazing Mitchie" he finally manages to drawl out after his staring becomes obvious to those around. In other words Shane very subtly elbows him in the ribs causing him to rejoin us back in the real world.

"Erm…thanks Nate you don't scrub up too bad either, you too Shane, you look…nice" she gives them her award winning smile and no-one notices the hesitation in her compliments. She's not lying when she says they scrub up well. Nate's standing there in blue jeans, a green shirt, yellow skinny tie and his trademark curly hair. It's just as curly as mine which makes us laugh a lot, we like the idea of matching hair. Shane, who is still leaning against the gate not saying a word, is in his black skinny jeans with a black shirt and silky blue tie. Skinny of course. It must be a brother matching thing with them and Jason, with their shirts and skinny ties. Shane lifts an eyebrow at me and it's obvious he's noticed me daydreaming about the ties. I stare back at him and he averts his gaze, reaching up to mess with his perfectly straightened hair. I mean how does he do it? I'm a girl and still can't straighten her hair. It's now that I realise how left out I feel. Everyone's been told they look nice except me. Even though I knew I didn't look as pretty as Mitchie and my features didn't stand out as much, it'd have been nice to at least have been included in the compliments. Lie or not.

"Shall we go inside then ladies?" Nate asks offering Mitchie his arm oblivious to everything but the look on her face. She takes his arm and flashes him another smile. She looks at me and sticks her tongue out before they walk off towards the door leaving me and Shane, who hasn't said anything during this short exchange.

"Come on then Pretty boy. Let's go join the party" I joke trying to lighten the mood. He flashes his own award winning smile only its looks genuine, not like the usual cocky smile that belongs to Shane Grey.

He walks past me and I think he's gone in until I feel his warm breath against my bare neck as he slightly bends his head to whisper into my ear

"By the way, you look stunning."

I stand there for a minute, rooted to the spot as I take in his comment and the way his closeness made me feel. I can honestly say my heart skipped a few beats but that doesn't mean I like him right? I mean its Shane Grey, the cocky, arrogant idiot that's still pining after Mitchie.

I turn around to question him about his compliment only to see that he's already rejoined the party inside and I'm left standing outside in an empty car park shaking. And it's not from the cold.