Chapter eight - The past

Declan looked at himself in the mirror, unsure. He'd never been to a rave before. Never known what to dress in for one. So he wore all white, old skinny jeans he didn't use because he had new ones now, and a simple V-neck T-shirt. He gelled his hair into fashionably messy, and tied a purple checkered black scarf around his neck. Black shoes on his feet, he set out to the little area they were meeting in to go to the dance together.

Amara showed up in tight capris and a tank, light cream that had obviously seen some paint before, though almost in a deliberate way, paired with a very thin grey cropped tee that hung loose over her. The paint looked slightly dulled, but still worked in the outfit. A long, plain gold necklace fell down over the shirt, accenting in a simple yet effective way. She wore flats, which also looked as if they'd been through a bit, but in a fashionably distressed sort of way. She grinned at him, small purse over her shoulder. "Don't you look fancy."

"I don't sweat