I Just Want To Be Normal

Just what it says.

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Parker knocked on the door as she walked in, eyebrows up. "Chocolate? What are you planning, Isabel?"

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Isabel held up her supplies and a photo. "This," she said. "But I'm not steady enough to do it myself."

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Dawn knocked oh so quietly on the door. And squinted against the light.

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Parker looked at the photo, then chuckled evilly. "This for Greggie's benefit, I'm assuming? Because I can't see you just doing this for fun."

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"Well some of it is for me, because it is pretty. But you can tell what's been added specifically for him." She smiled and reached for the bag of Dove minatures and a sheet of paper that had been on her desk. "It's not quite skywriting. But still there's sentiment. This explains why I chose the ones I did," she said, handing the paper over.

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"It's open!" Isabel called out happily.

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"Hi," Dawn croaked, then tried a smile.

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Parker read it and slowly smiled. "And I'll bet he understands the significance immediately, too. Which one do you want me to start with? And where?" Parker glanced at the sheet again. "Phenethylamine?"

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"Oh my god, Dawn. What happened?" she asked climbing to her feet. "Are you okay?"

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"Too much spacevodka, not enough water, and I think I told Dean I was in love with him." She sat. "What's up, and how are you?"

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"I was thinking they should be done around my ankles. Throw in a few hearts, flowers and vines and I bet it'll look adorable," Isabel grinned as she opened a piece of chocolate.

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Parker took one, then popped in in her mouth, nodding. "He'll also have a bzuh reaction, when he realizes it's you did all this work." She smiled slowly, holding up one of the Doves. "Later on? You might want to do these in chocolate."

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"We can fix that," Isabel said, already heading towards the mini-fridge. "Here, have some water. And chocolate." She held out the bag and motioned for Dawn to take a seat on the end of the bed. "Now what exactly did you tell Dean?"

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"Google is my friend. It's not that difficult," Isabel pointed out. "And now I'm speaking a language he understands."

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"Thank you," Dawn sat down where instructed, beginning to get curious about what she was doing there. She took a bite of the chocolate and closed her eyes in bliss. "That I loved him."

"But you still haven't told me what we're doing."

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Parker took a look at the designs, tracing one with her fingers. "We could chain-write it around your ankle, I think? Do you have the brush? This'll have to be slow, it's tricky with all the detail."

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"And how did he react to that?" Isabel asked. "Since your not flailing, I guess it went well."

She held out her ankles for inspection. "Parker did that for me earlier. But I've been doing some more reading and there's one more design I want to do. It's a little too large to go on my ankle though."

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"I have a kit. So it came with a nice thin applicator," she said. "It's in the fridge right now. But you're right, a chain would be perfect. And I've got time, we haven't really set plans for tonight."

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"Why don't we get started now?" Parker offered. "That way, it'll be dry and we can correct any mistakes before this evening."

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"Sounds like a plan." Isabel put her foot up to rest on the bed and tried to hold it still. "We can call Ching Tai for lunch if you want."

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"I think," she winced a bit, "that he said he did, too."

"Oooh, pretty," she said, as she bent over to investigate. "What do you want me to do, and where do you want it?"

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"I have a henna kit. If you're up to it, I was thinking of having you put it right on my lower back, with maybe some swirls and fancy stuff around it." She looked at Dawn curiously. "You think he said? I take it it happened after the drinking had begun?"

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"I could do that," Dawn smiled. Yay for quiet activities. "And yeah, way after it started."

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