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When Dimple Met Rishi(41)

By:Sandhya Menon


Dimple looked up from her computer and shrugged. "Jeans?"

Celia groaned and clutched at her hair before meticulously smoothing it back down. Popping on a black headband with a big glittery bow on it, she said, "This is Little Comic Con. I'm guessing people dress up in costumes? Go all out?" It was Friday night, and apparently the Aberzombies had invited her to some party.

Dimple chewed on her lip. She hadn't even really thought of that. "You think so?"

Celia began drawing on her face with what looked like a chubby brown crayon. Seeing Dimple's quizzical look, she said, "Concealer. And yes, I definitely think so. Why don't you Google it? See what they've done in the past? The flyer says ‘third annual,' so I bet they have pictures online."

"Good idea." Dimple pulled up the website for the art department and groaned. "Oh no." She clicked from picture to picture. People didn't just go all out-they went freaking crazy. There was a write-up on a guy who'd actually built his own Iron Man costume out of junkyard parts and then spray-painted them an amazing iridescent pink. Another student made her own Predator costume, and it took her an entire year of hand-sewing everything. It was Oscar-worthy. Or, you know, whatever the award was for costumes. There were group costumes, and costumes made out of interesting materials, and eco-friendly costumes, and glow-in-the-dark costumes. . . . Dimple stared. "Why the heck didn't Rishi tell me?"



       
         
       
        

"Um, maybe he doesn't know? You should probably text him." Celia smoothed a mermaid-hued eyeshadow on her lids. It looked amazing with her hazel eyes; even makeup averse Dimple could appreciate that.

She grabbed her phone.

Did you know everyone is going to be wearing costumes? Really elaborate ones?

Her phone beeped a few seconds later. Yeah, it's like Comic Con, no? Only smaller.

Dimple groaned. Did everyone know stuff like this automatically?

Her phone beeped again. But you don't have to dress up. You're my guest.

Well, what are you going as?

Aha. That's for me to know and you to find out.

Dimple rolled her eyes. Great. She looked at Celia. "Do you have anything in your closet I could wear that would pass as a costume?" Celia had brought virtually everything from her closet back home. She was actually using part of Dimple's closet because all her stuff wouldn't fit.

She made a face as she applied a pale gold lipstick using a brush. Who applied lipstick with a brush? No one Dimple knew. "You can look. All I have is regular clothes though. . . . Who are you planning on going as?"

"I don't know!" Dimple threw her hands up. "The only cartoon I even remember being interested in-" She stopped, a thought forming. "Celia, do you have anything green and long sleeved?"

"Hmm . . ." Celia set her lipstick and brush down and turned to her closet. After a second she pulled out a long-sleeved hoodie with a zipper. "What about this?"

Dimple smiled slowly. "I think that'll do really well. And can I borrow a short black skirt too?"





CHAPTER 21




When Rishi knocked on her door at seven, Dimple wasn't even nervous. She knew her costume kicked butt. He stared at her for less than half a second before he grinned. "I love Daria."

"Right?" She grinned back. Celia had even helped her straighten her hair. It hung shiny and long, well past her shoulders. "Who doesn't? I think it would've worked better if Celia could've been here to be Quinn, though."

Rishi laughed. "Oh, man. Where did you get those '90s combat boots, though?" His laughter faded as he saw that she was glaring at him.

"Those are mine. I wear them sometimes."

"Oh, I, uh, those are really great-"

Dimple smiled. "You don't have to pretend to like them. I like them, and I don't care that they're not in style or whatever. So. Are you who I think you are?"

He did a little manly twirl. "Yep. Aditya the Sun God/superhero, at your service." 

"That is so cool! Where the heck did you get that gada ?" She closed the door behind her and they began walking together to the elevators.

"Well, you might remember our old friend Wanda. I went back there and told her the nature of my inquiry. It turns out her husband is quite the welder. So he helped me put this together out of some recycled metal parts in his shop, and I spent the afternoon painting on some of the finer details. Kevin Keo, this dude I met before from the art department, was cool about letting me go down there and use some of their supplies when I told him what it was for."