"I'll teach you how while Lamai's ordering pizza," I offered. Sheelin doesn't deserve to have her world come crashing down just because her parents are on vacation.
"Sure, just let me get changed," she said.
"Well I have to do that too," I said, looking at my dress. I loved it, but I had no clue how to get into it without tearing something. After hitting a few snags, my reflection stared in amazement back at me. Not only had Lamai found the equilibrium of slutty and sophisticated, she found a way to show off my tattoo. A timid knock on my door stopped me from fully appreciating Sheelin's design and Lamai's handiwork.
"We, uh, have to go into Costco and pick up the pizza," Lamai said quietly.
"We'll discuss it in the car," I responded. Ironically, Lamai hated standing out in a crowd.
"Okay,"
"Sheelin," I screamed at the top of my lungs, "we need to get the pizza now,"
"But what about my bills?"
"Get Ben to pay them," I shouted irritatedly. If she was going to have a boyfriend, then he can at least be of use.
"Fine," she snapped as she came out of the office. We climbed into my car, a Mazda RX-8. Well, it was the family car, but I drove it the most. The ride to Costco was quiet. When I pulled into a spot, I turned around and gave them /the/ look.
"Kai-Bai-Bo?" I asked. They nodded. Kai-Bai-Bo is basically Korean's version of rock-paper-scissors, only cooler. "Winner decides who goes in?" Again, they agreed.
"Kai, Bai, BO!" We all said at once. Sheelin and I held out scissors and Lamai had paper. She sat back in frustration.
"Kai, Bai, BO!" Sheelin and I said. Paper versus rock; I won.
"Yes!" I said, pumping my fist in victory, "Okay, we're all going in,"
"What?" Sheelin and Lamai objected. Of course, they started arguing with me at the same time.
"This is totally-"
"What do you mean-"
"How is this-"
"What the hell?" This exchange of Lamai interrupting Sheeling only to be interrupted by her went on for a good minute before I whistled loudly. For those of you who have never experienced this, go to the nearest Ipod, radio, or something that makes noise, turn it on loud, and put your ear next to it. You won't last very long.
"I said we're all going in. Me included," I said. Maybe it would've been easier to just force them all to go in?
"Fine," grumbled Lamai.
"Sure, just let me get changed," she said.
"Well I have to do that too," I said, looking at my dress. I loved it, but I had no clue how to get into it without tearing something. After hitting a few snags, my reflection stared in amazement back at me. Not only had Lamai found the equilibrium of slutty and sophisticated, she found a way to show off my tattoo. A timid knock on my door stopped me from fully appreciating Sheelin's design and Lamai's handiwork.
"We, uh, have to go into Costco and pick up the pizza," Lamai said quietly.
"We'll discuss it in the car," I responded. Ironically, Lamai hated standing out in a crowd.
"Okay,"
"Sheelin," I screamed at the top of my lungs, "we need to get the pizza now,"
"But what about my bills?"
"Get Ben to pay them," I shouted irritatedly. If she was going to have a boyfriend, then he can at least be of use.
"Fine," she snapped as she came out of the office. We climbed into my car, a Mazda RX-8. Well, it was the family car, but I drove it the most. The ride to Costco was quiet. When I pulled into a spot, I turned around and gave them /the/ look.
"Kai-Bai-Bo?" I asked. They nodded. Kai-Bai-Bo is basically Korean's version of rock-paper-scissors, only cooler. "Winner decides who goes in?" Again, they agreed.
"Kai, Bai, BO!" We all said at once. Sheelin and I held out scissors and Lamai had paper. She sat back in frustration.
"Kai, Bai, BO!" Sheelin and I said. Paper versus rock; I won.
"Yes!" I said, pumping my fist in victory, "Okay, we're all going in,"
"What?" Sheelin and Lamai objected. Of course, they started arguing with me at the same time.
"This is totally-"
"What do you mean-"
"How is this-"
"What the hell?" This exchange of Lamai interrupting Sheeling only to be interrupted by her went on for a good minute before I whistled loudly. For those of you who have never experienced this, go to the nearest Ipod, radio, or something that makes noise, turn it on loud, and put your ear next to it. You won't last very long.
"I said we're all going in. Me included," I said. Maybe it would've been easier to just force them all to go in?
"Fine," grumbled Lamai.
