TWO: Heathcliffe & Catherine vs Jekyll & Hyde

JUNE 1998

Come, on, it'll be fun… You gotta get outta the house and meet some real people, not just Heathcliffe and Catherine" a tall, slender girl with striking liquid brown eyes and sun blessed blonde hair pleaded matter-of-factly as she dragged on her friend's arm.

"Let go, or I will scream" a petite girl with messy chestnut hair and innocent hazel brown eyes warned as she continued to hold onto her precious leather brown edition with one hand. "One, two, two and a half…." The girl continued as she glared menacingly at her friend

" But it's a Backstreet Boys concert, June!" the girl whined. "How can you deny the five lushest guys your undivided attention?" she continued to rally still tugging on June's arm. June raised an eyebrow

"Lushest guys?" she stated cockily as she tilted her head to one side. "Caitlyn, how old are we?"

"Seventeen" Caitlyn stated obnoxiously, "Which means" she continued as she took the leather bound edition from June's hands and threw it haphazardly on the cluttered pile of books in the corner of the room "That you are in need of some major boy therapy… you are way overdue, Ms Wynters."

June studied Caitlyn for a moment, blinking in awe of her friend's boy-frenzied language, then suddenly burst out laughing loudly. Caitlyn's face lit up, like a child discovering presents under the tree on Christmas morning

"So you'll come?" she squealed as June nodded, wincing as her friend' embraced her in a hug. "You won't regret it!" Caitlyn continued to squeal as she grinned happily. "Now what are we going to dress you in?" she wondered aloud while she pulled through the colourful array of clothes falling out of June's mahogany wardrobe.

June sighed as she took a seat resignedly on the bed.

 

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