After a minute, Lamai stepped out of the bathroom. Her dress suited her perfectly; The top showed off her endowments and the bottom reminded me of seaweed floating in the ocean. She looked great and, honestly, I was a little jealous.
"Does everything look okay?" she asked. Her black hair was up in an elegant French twist with little tendrils hanging down and her stormy brown eyes were surrounded by silver and black eyeshadow.
"It looks great," I said. Relief swam into her face.
"Well, I'm going to go order pizza," she said as she walked out the door, "Any particular kind?"
"Costco," Sheelin and I both shouted at the same time, even though we were in different rooms. Sheelin's house was big because she used to have two older twin sisters, but they ran away. I'm pretty sure they work the corner of 1st and Pine downtown, but that's only what people on the bus say. Needless to say, Sheelin's parents were distraught and took an entirely different approach to raising her. Word is, the Rourkes were too tough on the twins (if you've ever seen "Suicide Virgins", exactly like that) so they left. It may seem like Sheelin's parents are still pushy parents, but they're a lot less pushy now than they were before. It's hard for Sheelin to talk about and we all understand; we all have secrets that weigh us down.
Sheelin walked into my room and asked, "Have you seen the brown eyeshadow?"
"I should be in the green bag," I said distractedly because I was trying to put my own purple eyeshadow.
"Not there," she frowned.
"Then check Lamai's bag," I said irritatedly. There should be some rule where you don't try to have a serious conversation when a girl is focused on her makeup.
"Found it," she hollered as I put the finishing touches on my eyeliner. Through the power of Youtube, I had found out how to accent certain features. I stared at my reflection. Icy blue eyes peered back at me. I narrowed my eyes and angry blue eyes glared at me. Perfection. I hadn't covered my face in makeup, but I hadn't made it look faint enough so that it looked like I had two black eyes. Time for some bad humor! What do you tell a woman with two black eyes? Nothing because she won't listen. What do you tell a guy that's been castrated? Nothing. You laugh at him because he told the first joke in front of the wrong person.
"When do your parents get back?" I asked Sheelin. Hey, if she was going to distract me, then I was going to distract her.
"Eh, I don't know, soon, I hope because I can't pay bills,"
"Can't pay them, or won't?"
"Can't; I have no clue how,"
"Does everything look okay?" she asked. Her black hair was up in an elegant French twist with little tendrils hanging down and her stormy brown eyes were surrounded by silver and black eyeshadow.
"It looks great," I said. Relief swam into her face.
"Well, I'm going to go order pizza," she said as she walked out the door, "Any particular kind?"
"Costco," Sheelin and I both shouted at the same time, even though we were in different rooms. Sheelin's house was big because she used to have two older twin sisters, but they ran away. I'm pretty sure they work the corner of 1st and Pine downtown, but that's only what people on the bus say. Needless to say, Sheelin's parents were distraught and took an entirely different approach to raising her. Word is, the Rourkes were too tough on the twins (if you've ever seen "Suicide Virgins", exactly like that) so they left. It may seem like Sheelin's parents are still pushy parents, but they're a lot less pushy now than they were before. It's hard for Sheelin to talk about and we all understand; we all have secrets that weigh us down.
Sheelin walked into my room and asked, "Have you seen the brown eyeshadow?"
"I should be in the green bag," I said distractedly because I was trying to put my own purple eyeshadow.
"Not there," she frowned.
"Then check Lamai's bag," I said irritatedly. There should be some rule where you don't try to have a serious conversation when a girl is focused on her makeup.
"Found it," she hollered as I put the finishing touches on my eyeliner. Through the power of Youtube, I had found out how to accent certain features. I stared at my reflection. Icy blue eyes peered back at me. I narrowed my eyes and angry blue eyes glared at me. Perfection. I hadn't covered my face in makeup, but I hadn't made it look faint enough so that it looked like I had two black eyes. Time for some bad humor! What do you tell a woman with two black eyes? Nothing because she won't listen. What do you tell a guy that's been castrated? Nothing. You laugh at him because he told the first joke in front of the wrong person.
"When do your parents get back?" I asked Sheelin. Hey, if she was going to distract me, then I was going to distract her.
"Eh, I don't know, soon, I hope because I can't pay bills,"
"Can't pay them, or won't?"
"Can't; I have no clue how,"
