Something was made clear the second that Zoe stepped into Athena's new, more lavish, house. She didn't fit. Standing next to Athena in the full sized mirror were two very mismatched people. One a sullen goth, dressed in black, cloths pins holding her shirt together, combat boots on her feet. Dark hair, dark eyes, and pale white skin.
The other a cheerleader in a colorful dress bought from a designer store, blonde hair, bright eyes that popped against her tan skin.
They were negative images of each other, and this was now Athena's world, as welcome as Zoe was in it, that didn't mean she was going to fit any better. It was clear as day, there was no way this friendship was going to work. This fact hung in the air while they talked about magic and how weird this whole situation was.
It wasn't just the way they looked though, it was the little things, like when Athena went to put on some music to fill the air and maybe make it a bit less awkward, and she picked a pop band instead of a rock band, sure she put it on one of the "harder" songs, but it was nothing compared to their normal tastes. Then there was the way she sat, very proper, and the way she seemed distracted when Zoe brought up the concert they were going to go to in a few weeks.
The more this went on the more paranoid they both became that this friendship was going to go up in flames any second. Zoe felt like her friend was being distant, not being as open and honest with her like she used to be. Athena felt that Zoe was being too probing, like she was being dissected by her friend.
Finally the conversation reached a climax as suddenly they ran out of things to say. A silence hung in the air that was pregnant with the words "this isn't working". They both saw it coming, that moment when they were going to have to admit that this friendship wasn't going to last, when Athena blurted out.
"Would you like a make over?"
Zoe was stunned.
