<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">3:20 PM, Friday April 17, 1964<br/>
Poughkeepsie, New York<br/>
Vassar College</span></b><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff"><br/>
“And with that in mind, all of you enjoy your long weekend, and I will see you again on tuesday, with the rough drafts of your writing prompts in hand.”</span>the professor waved a dismissive hand at his literature class, beginning to collect his things. Catriona, as well, carefully stacked her notebooks on her desk before smoothing her knee length skirt as she stood, before sliding her things into her canvas bag. She let out a faint sigh as a chipper voice echoed behind her, before planting a pleasant smile on her face.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffff">“Catty Catty, you will <i>not</i> believe this…”</span>the bubbly blonde girl said, practically bouncing on her heels as she spoke, as though she’d been anxiously waiting for class to end just so she could pounce. Her heels clicked against the linoleum floor as she rocked back and forth.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffff">“So Sandra’s boyfriend, he got us tickets to that awesome disco concert over in Boston, and we can stay at Dave’s parents house, because they’re out of town. And i’m <i>soooo</i> sure we can find you a cute guy to go with…”</span>by this point Catriona had her bag over her shoulder and was starting to walk out of the room, though Beth was still following her, babbling on like a creek gorged on winter snowmelt. The bright sun caught her off guard as she stepped out of the old stone building, stopping and blinking, which unfortunately gave the other girl time to catch up with her. Though she stopped to take off her glasses and switch into a nearly identical pair of sunglasses.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffff">“I can not believe you aren’t more excited about this. I mean i know you’re worried about your grades and all, but we’re young! And none of this will matter anyways once we find some nice boys and settle down. Did you know Dave just got accepted into <i>Harvard</i>? He’s gonna be a lawyer. It’s gonna be so great. We’re gonna be rich, and I’ll finally be able to buy you some clothes made in this century!</span>” she teased.<br/><br/>Crossing into the park in front of the school, Catriona stopped suddenly, staring out across the field at a red car, leaning against it was a young man in nice pants, with a dress shirt only half tucked in, and a shock of dark hair on top of his head, staring back at the two girls. The bubbly woman next to her stopped too.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffff"> “I mean yeah it's a nice car Catty, but you never struck me as a red sort of girl. He’s just begging for attention, probably a scrub who still lives with Daddy…. Wait, where are you going?” </span>Beth had to nearly run to keep up with the fast pace that the dark haired girl had suddenly set.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffff"> “Oh. My. God. you know him? I mean yeah he’s tall dark and handsome but really? Are you holding out on me? Do you have a secret boyfriend? Who is he Catty? Tell me! I need juicy details. Do you think he likes disco? Does he want to come with us?”</span>she stumbled in the grass with her high heels, falling behind the girl in the mint green dress, who reached the car long before she did.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">“Hey Mike.”</span>she said with a soft voice, a warm and friendly smile on her lips.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">“You have no idea how glad i am to see---”</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffff">“Are you her boyfriend? You know she’s not allowed to date, but that's okay cause i can totally keep a secret. And it's not like i know her brother or anything. But i hear he’s one scary guy so you should probably be real careful.” </span>she peered at him around her friend’s shoulder.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffff">“Go on Catty ASK HIM!”</span>she egged her friend on, eagerly awaiting an answer to a question she wasn’t giving either of them a chance to vocalize. Catriona gave him a desperate, pleading look.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/>Catriona Face Claim:<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwallpaperscraft.com%2Fimage%2Frose_byrne_actress_brunette_108816_2560x1600.jpg&amp;hash=e00b7b03312e72e85b0ca8c6c6c2a90a" href="https://wallpaperscraft.com/image/rose_byrne_actress_brunette_108816_2560x1600.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Rose Byrne</a><br/>Catriona's Dress:<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fimgur.com%2F8Smv1gj&amp;hash=0fbf6fc30a70ddb647c55b9284ada509" href="https://imgur.com/8Smv1gj" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">X</a><br/>Beth:<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fimgur.com%2F6snKYbS&amp;hash=b09295a2854b082d5f874be8f3d323bf" href="https://imgur.com/6snKYbS" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">X</a>