The next day...
Delaina's at my house, helping me pick out something to wear for this random date thing. I'm not sure if it is a date, really. It's an outing. That's what it is. I'm expecting nothing. I've dealt with nice guys who turn out to be idiots, and assholes. I'm not going to expect anything of this.
Delaina tosses me a light blue shirt. I toss it back, because I don't really like frills. She then tosses it back to me.
"It matches your eyes."
"It's frilly." With that, I throw it back.
"He's got a weird thing with blue." The frilly shirt is back in my hands.
"I got this from my cataract addled aunt who thought this was nice." I throw it back.
"Wel, apparently she can still see, because this is nice. It's the exact same color as your eyes, and this would only look nice on you, so you are wearing this, I don't care." She then places the shirt in my hands and leaves the room, taking her new millennium smartphone with her. With that, I change into the long frilly light blue shirt. Better not to argue with her.
I make my way down the stairs to find Delaina squealing into her smartphone.
"I can't believe you! Screw you. No really, screw you. You suck. You deserve to die, and go to hell, and burn." She hangs up quite aggressively. She turns around and sees me.
"Sorry. It's a long story." She looks a bit calmer now.
"You okay?" I ask. It sounds appropriate to ask. "Want to talk about it?"
"It's not that big of a deal, really. My boyfriend's just an ass."
"You've got a boyfriend?" My incredulity must have been obvious, for her face looked like a cross between slightly offended and slightly amused.
"Well, not anymore, really. It wasn't for very long, and I knew he was a complete ass from the minute I saw him. But he wasn't an ass a lot. He was relatively sweet and nice and just generally cool. But then...he cheated. Again. He won't tell me who this time, so I'm a bit worried. Either it's one of my friends or it's somebody he knows I hate. Either way, I don't want to think about it."
I let it go. No need to upset her further.
She looks down at the atrocity that is my frilly shirt.
"It looks nice, really. Don't worry about it. Good thing you put it on yourself. I can move people too. That thing would have been on you faster than you'd know." She laughs a little bit as she checks her phone for messages. Her face goes from amused to a little rushed. "That was Vlad. He's like fivwe minutes away. Let's get you ready."
That's when she removes a large widetoothed comb that was clearly meant for curly hair from her purse. She throws the comb in the air, where it floats, and travels very quickly toward and through my hair. Considering my hair is very long and very straight, it hurts like hell. After about four minutes of this, Delaina's finally done.
"Sorry if I was a little rough on you. My day wasn't the best, you know."
She knows I understand totally. Which is good.
I sit down on the bench which Ashleigh very resourcefully thought to put in the hallway by the door. One never knows when they need a place to sit.
No sooner have I sat down when the doorbell rings.
"I can't believe you! Screw you. No really, screw you. You suck. You deserve to die, and go to hell, and burn." She hangs up quite aggressively. She turns around and sees me.
"Sorry. It's a long story." She looks a bit calmer now.
"You okay?" I ask. It sounds appropriate to ask. "Want to talk about it?"
"It's not that big of a deal, really. My boyfriend's just an ass."
"You've got a boyfriend?" My incredulity must have been obvious, for her face looked like a cross between slightly offended and slightly amused.
"Well, not anymore, really. It wasn't for very long, and I knew he was a complete ass from the minute I saw him. But he wasn't an ass a lot. He was relatively sweet and nice and just generally cool. But then...he cheated. Again. He won't tell me who this time, so I'm a bit worried. Either it's one of my friends or it's somebody he knows I hate. Either way, I don't want to think about it."
I let it go. No need to upset her further.
She looks down at the atrocity that is my frilly shirt.
"It looks nice, really. Don't worry about it. Good thing you put it on yourself. I can move people too. That thing would have been on you faster than you'd know." She laughs a little bit as she checks her phone for messages. Her face goes from amused to a little rushed. "That was Vlad. He's like fivwe minutes away. Let's get you ready."
That's when she removes a large widetoothed comb that was clearly meant for curly hair from her purse. She throws the comb in the air, where it floats, and travels very quickly toward and through my hair. Considering my hair is very long and very straight, it hurts like hell. After about four minutes of this, Delaina's finally done.
"Sorry if I was a little rough on you. My day wasn't the best, you know."
She knows I understand totally. Which is good.
I sit down on the bench which Ashleigh very resourcefully thought to put in the hallway by the door. One never knows when they need a place to sit.
No sooner have I sat down when the doorbell rings.
No comments:
Post a Comment