Zip Me, with us. -Still Twin
((To avoid any confusion, my Melinda will only be called Mel in this, and 2D-Melinda will only be called Melinda.))
Zip Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character dressing mine, or the other way around.
Melinda stood in the middle of Mel’s room, having stripped down to her matching underwear; her arms were folded across her chest and she had a scowl on her face.
“Mel, don’t you think you’re exaggerating? I could just wear what I wear every day.”
Mel poked her head out from the depths of her closet. “Excuse me? It’s your first date with him! You have to look extra pretty!” Mel shook her head. Melinda could be so difficult and anti-social sometimes!
Melinda started to tap her foot. “It’s just a date. We’ve made out enough times that I don’t need to impress him with anything.” She knew Mel meant well, but the so-called social dictator could go a little overboard with things sometimes.
“Of course you don’t need to!”, Mel was adamant about that. “But it’ll be nice. Think about it. After everything he did to you five years ago, don’t you want his jaw to drop when he sees how hot you look?”
She didn’t wait for an answer and walked out of the closet, carefully holding three of her own dresses by their hangers, dresses that she had carefully chosen for her best friend. ”I know you don’t like bright colors very much. So we have a purple cocktail dress, a satin strapless black dress, and this other, fancier, longer purple dress.” Mel’s eyes twinkled with excitement; helping people get ready was one of her favorite pastimes.
Melinda stared at the dresses. Sure, they were pretty … very pretty. And Mel had a point. The hotter she looked, the more Doofenshmirtz would be at her mercy. And the dresses were oh, so pretty …
“Oh, fine, fine!”, she threw her arms up, exasperated. “I’ll wear one of your dresses!”
Mel jumped up with joy, squealing. “Great!! Which one do you like best?” She held each dress in front of her second-dimension self, to let her have a better idea. Melinda looked at herself in the mirror, imagining each of the dresses on her. “The black one”, she said, eventually. “It’s my favorite color and it’s the sexiest.”
Mel grinned in approval and handed her the dress. Melinda slipped into it and turned her back to Mel. She didn’t even have to say a word: Mel was already zipping it up for her and talking about the next step. “Now shoes! I have a great pair of silver pumps that could work, and a matching purse. There’s also red stilettos, and a purse that goes with that too. And a lot of black pairs, of all kinds, but I think a splash of color would be nice, don’t you? We’ll stick to the villainous colors if you’d like.”
This time, Melinda already had a look envisioned in her head. “I want the red one. I’ll have red lipstick on, so I think it will look nice.” Mel nodded and went back in the closet to look for the shoes. In the meantime, Melinda did her own makeup. Nothing too fancy, just the red lipstick and some smoky eyeliner and mascara. By the time Mel came back, she was all done.
“Here!”, Mel threw the stilettos on the floor, in front of her friend. Melinda put them on and grabbed the purse, then turned to face the mirror, nervously smoothing down the dress with her hands. ”Wow … “, she whispered, looking at herself from head to toe, and turning around to look at the back. Seeing how well it complimented her shape, she gave her reflection a sly grin. “I look hot!”
“Work it, girl!”, Mel joked. Melinda played along. She turned around, facing the mirror again; she posed with a hand on her hips and a sultry smile, then inched forward and blew a kiss at her reflection. Mel laughed and clapped.
Melinda’s smile softened when she spoke again. “I haven’t dressed up in such a long time. Aside from your wedding, I haven’t. Being on the run does that to a girl.” She sounded casual, but deep down both girls knew it was a delicate subject: everything that she had lost was thanks to this very man, whom she was now going on a date with. It was just so crazy.
Mel beamed, proud of her work. “You look absolutely stunning! Doofenshmirtz will be the luckiest man alive tonight!” She decided not to comment on how Melinda was a fugitive for so long, or how it had been because of him. “Are you ready?”
“Yeah …”, she trailed off. ” Mel, is this a mistake? So far we’ve been really casual, and it’s been fun … but is there really a future for us? I can’t see one … “
Mel thought about it, and answered honestly. “Sweetie, I don’t think it’s a mistake. You guys are so good together, you have such a mutual understanding, you make each other laugh … it’s more than what a lot of people have. Maybe you don’t have a future with him, but you won’t know until you try! Go, enjoy yourself! Don’t worry about the future just yet.”
Melinda smiled, feeling oddly reassured. “You’re right. Thanks, and thank you for the dress! You really are the social dictator.” She smirked, giving Mel a hug. “I’ll call you tomorrow morning.”
“Oh, anytime! Have fun, and you better call!” Mel smiled back, happy to be watching her extremely well-dressed best friend head to her first date with the man who would turn out to mean so much to her.
