Scully just moved to California from Chicago. For as long as she can remember, she has been moving all around Europe until she was a teenager. Her father had gotten a new job offer, and he was more than willing to take it.
She was the new girl. New...
I can't believe I got dragged into this. ———————————— Scully's POV
Why am I doing this? I don't think I need clothes or makeup. Maybe it'll be fun. I've never gone clothes or makeup shopping before, let alone with friends.
After twenty minutes of driving we eventual,let arrived at what looked like a mall. We got out of the car and started walking towards the mall. When I walked in I saw a bunch of stores. "Let's get started." Monica said.
We walked from store to store. We bought a few things here and there. We walked into a store I'd never heard of. I couldn't remember the name if my life depended on it. Then we walked into another store. We walked around for a little bit. Then I heard Monica call me over. "What?" I asked walking over to her.
"I want you to try these on." Monica said giving me a bunch of clothes.
I rolled my eyes. "Fine."
I walked into the dressing room and tried on the clothes Monica gave me. After trying on what felt like a million outfits, I finally decided on buying all of the clothes because apparently Monica's let her go on a shopping spree once every three months. Sam bought some clothes too. I was kind of excited to wear all of my clothes. This must be what girly girls feel like.
Monica, Sam, and I went to Sephora too. I bought something to fill in my eyebrows (and it was hard to find a color that matches the color of my hair). I also bought a eyelash curler which looked like a torture device, mascara, and some nude lipsticks. Sam bought some makeup too. We left the mall. I looked at my phone the time said it was 5:48. Jesus Christ. Being a girl is a lot of work. ———————————— The next morning (Scully's POV)...
I was sitting in a rowboat in the middle of the ocean. I was wearing a red one piece. Someone was rowing the boat. I looked up and saw Mulder in a red swimsuit that matched the same red on my swimsuit. He was rowing the boat. I looked around. I didn't see any sign of land. I looked over at Mulder, and he smiled at me. I grinned back at him and continued to look out at the turquoise sea.
Beep! Beep! Beep! My alarm clock went off. I turned it off. I guess it was just a dream. I felt so real. And why was Mulder in my dream? Doesn't matter. Probably doesn't matter anything anyway. I slowly made my way out of my bed. I looked in the mirror across on the wall. I looked at my hair. I had taken a shower the night before and let my hair hair dry. My thick, red, shoulder-length hair was in its natural semi tight waves. It was a little fluffy, but it would take to long to do anything with it so I decided to leave it natural.
I looked through my bags filled with my new clothes. I eventually decided on a white, tank top crop top paired with a black, high-waisted skirt and a dark grey sweater. I decided that my outfit would look good with my black combat boots.
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