Adaline
“This? Hmm… no? Actually this would look good on you! Uh, no…” Jemima was looking through the clothes we bought a few days ago from the mall. Every-fucking-thing she thought wouldn’t look good on me, she throw it in my room.
My room looks now like an unicorn puked some rainbow and glitter shit from all the neon and sparkly dresses in my room.
As I stood on my bed, I pinched the bridge of my nose. A cloth hit me in the face. I took it off and put it on the floor. I narrowed my eyes at the back of Jemima’s head.
She threw another cloth over her shoulder , almost hitting me in the face again but I dodged it.
“Jemima…” I said lowly , making her turn to me. She tilted her head to the side and gave me an innocent look.
“What?”
I restrained myself from back-palming the back of her head. Did you get it? Back-palming the back… I’m so funny.
Instead, I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. I went to Jemima and sat down beside her on the floor.
“So, I have two dresses and I don’t know which will look good on you.” She hold two dresses in her hands and was looking at them with her eyebrows furrowed. First dress was a red strapless dress and the second one was a black dress. I took the red dress and put it on the floor, not wanting it.
I looked through the clothes me and Jemima bought and found a black , kind-of-short tank top and a washed pink skirt. Jemima looked at it excitedly.
I smiled and took the black dress from her hands.
I went to my mirror and put the black dress in front of me , to see if it suits me.
“I don’t like that dress.” I turned around very quickly and saw at the neighbouring window Ayato who was pointing with his look at my dress.
I rolled my eyes and put my hands on my hips along with my outfits.
“And why should I care about your opinion?” I raised my eyebrows at him. Jemima was watching us closely , a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
Ayato shrugged. “I guess you wanted a opinion and from a guy.”
I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at the black dress.
“And also-” I snapped my eyes to Ayato. “-it’s too short. It will make you look like a slut and will be very tight on you.”
I looked at him in surprise. “And how do you even know that?”
He shrugged. “I saw many girl in dresses similar to this.” I scrunched up my nose in disgust.
“Seriously?” I asked him in disbelief. He gave me a side smirk.
“As fuck.” He made a salute and left. I gave out a dramatic sigh and turned to Jemima who was smirking.
Oh God, I know that look…
“You know… I want to be an auntie and very soon.” She wiggled her eyebrows at me. I widened my eyes at her and made gagging sounds.
“You’re really…” I couldn’t even finish my sentence. She began to laugh.
I crossed my arms over my chest.
Jemima sobered up and smiled at me. “Let’s get ready for the party!”
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Finally, I was done with everything. I thought it will never finish. Now, only Jemima needs to do her make-up.
Jemima wanted to fucking paint my face but I didn’t let her. I just put some foundation on my face, I put some mascara on my eyelashes and also I put a bit of eyeliner. Oh and a little bit of lip gloss on my lips
Jemima didn’t approve of this although. She said it was too simple.
I was dressed in that black tank top and washed pink skirt. I also had a pink bracelet and a black purse.
On the other hand, Jemima had some black and tight leggings on her , a white tank-top and a golden , sparkly jacket. She also had some golden earrings.
I went to Jemima to make her make-up. I wasn’t an expert but I managed to do it.
With the eyeliner I made her a ‘cat eye’ or how the hell is named and put some mascara on her eyelashes. I put on her cheeks a little blush and some lip gloss on her lips.
I put the make-up down and smiled at her. I clapped my hands.
“Okay, this is it.” She raised up from her seat and went to the mirror. She gasped and turned to me. She was angry.
“Why did you make the make-up on me so simple!” She furrowed her eyebrows in an angry manner. I rolled my eyes.
“If you know how good it looks on you.” I crossed my arms over my chest and Jemima looked at the time on her phone. She gasped.
“Good God, we need to leave now . I don’t have time to continue my make-up!” She exclaimed , took ahold of my wrist and dragged me downstairs.
In the living room, mom and dad stood on the couch , looking at a movie.
When they heard us , they turned around. Mom smiled at us but dad narrowed his eyes. He didn’t like how we dressed like.
“Mom, dad, we need to go!” Jemima said , taking her black heels and put them on. I took my black boots and put them on too. Jemima looked at me with an eyebrow raised.
“Are you serious?” She eyed my boots. I shrugged.
“Yup. I’m comfortable in them.” She rolled her eyes and groaned.
Dad said that we need to be home at 11 o’clock but mom said at 2 o’clock. We didn’t even know who to listen to.
They agreed on us to get home at 1 o’clock.
Jemima groaned. “Oh c’mon! Is a party! We need to stay all night!”
I widened my eyes. Please say no. Please say no. Please say no!
Mom and dad looked at each other then sighed and looked at us.
“Alright…”
Goddammit!
“But be careful!” Dad gave us a stern look. We smiled at him and left.
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“Are we there yet?” I whined as I walked behind Jemima. My feet were aching from how long we walked and , for godness’s sake, the heels of my boots weren’t that high. Jemima’s heels were like the Eiffel Tower and she didn’t even winced or whined about her feet hurting.
But it is understandable. She is the cheerleading captain and also she walks on heels everyday.
Jemima groaned and glanced at me sideways. “Oh, have a little patience, will you?”
I stopped and stomped my feet. “Ow.” Big mistake. Pain shot up through my leg.
Jemima stopped and looked at me as I was cursing sikently, an eyebrow raised.
“You should do more sport, Addy.” She pointed out and gave me a serious look. I raised my eyes and gave her a sickening smile. I flipped her off then I returned to my leg.
I suppose she rolled her eyes , then I heard her heels clicking on the pavement as she walked away. I snapped my eyes to her retreating form and let my foot on the ground. I began to run to her.
“Wait, Jem! Wait up for me, bro!” I shouted at her and , as I was close to her, she turned around and raised an eyebrow.
“Bro?” I gave her a sheepish smile and shrugged. She rolled her eyes and shook her head, before turning around. She took her phone out when it buzzed. I took a look at what she was doing and saw her typing a number which seemed as to be mine. I shrugged. After she pressed send, she want to another contact and began to talk with the person. I looked away.
As we walked side to side, my phone buzzed in my purse. I furrowed my eyebrows and opened the purse to take my phone.
I opened my phone and saw that I got a new message from an unknown number.
Huh?
I opened the message:
Unknown Number: Can’t wait to see you. 😉 See you at the party, Cherry. -Anonym
I widened my eyes. How the hell did he find my number?!
You should be wondering how I do know it’s him?
Well, he is the only one who calls me Cherry. But, I’m not going to deny, I really like it when he calls me like that. It gave me a warm feeling in my chest. Don’t tell him that I said that tho.
I rolled my eyes and responded to the text:
Me: *rolls eyes* Don’t put your boxers in a fit, Anders. I’m not gonna stay with you anyway.
I clicked send and waited for a response. I glanced sideways at Jemima and saw her still texting on the phone. I shrugged and waited for a response from Ayato.
Unknown Number: Baby, every time I see you my boxers get in a fit. 😉
My heart did a back flip when I read the word ‘baby’ but then my cheeks reddened at the sexual innuendo he typed.
Me: … How do you have my number, Ayato?
As I waited for an answer, I saved his number in my Contacts under the name “Perverted Psycho”. I snickered at the contact name I put.
My phone buzzed in my hands.
Perverted Psycho: How do you know that I’m Ayato?
I rolled my eyes and typed a response back:
Me: I asked you first… :/
Perverted Psycho: I asked you second… 😀
Oh God… I really hate him… , I thought but his answer really made me smile.
Me: You called me Cherry. No one calls me Cherry beside you… Ayato…
I grinned.
Perverted Psycho: Yeah, yeah… don’t let your ego to explode… :/
Me: You’re the one with an ego here , if I remember correctly… 😛
Perverted Psycho: That’s it! You don’t remember correctly, because you have a mind of a lady of 100 years old… 3:]
I gaped at his message , my eyes widening. My phone buzzed again.
Perverted Psycho: Close your mouth , Cherry Lips. You don’t want flies to get in there. Or something else if that’s the case… if you know what I mean… 😉 😉
My whole face felt like it was on fire. I looked up and saw a house that was illuminated with different light colours. I looked closely at a window and saw a shadowy figure which looked awfully like Ayato. I narrowed my eyes and then I saw the figure disappear.
Jemima clapped her hands when we were in front of the house. She was smiling like a fool while I was already sweating.
“Well, let’s party until the night is over!” She exclaimed excitedly and entered the house with me behind her.