Capital-A Asshole

Chapter 4 - Chocolate Milkshake

I sat on Frayer's bed, in a fluffy blue bathrobe and wet hair wrapped in a fluffy white towel.

I carefully painted my nails black and white with chic geometry designs.

For your information, I major arts in college. So nail art? I can handle that. At least better than I handle awkward situations.

Frayer was walking through her walk-in wardrobe, throwing out random outfits that she probably had never wore even once.

She brought out a deep red dress that shows off too much back.

"No."

Then she brought out a cute t-shirt with jeans.

"Frayer, that's too casual for a date."

She grumbled as she went back into the wardrobe. "Well, this is not exactly a date you know."

I rolled my eyes as I blew my nails dry.

Then, she brought out a crisp white shirt and floral skirt, with a pair of white high heels.

"This?" she asked.

I sighed. "Frayer, first, I don't suit floral prints. Second, I can't handle heels, and you know that."

"Well, I tried," she grumbled.

Then she went back into the wardrobe. We've been like this first thing this morning, because I was frantic about the date.

It's been at least an hour now and still we haven't decided on an outfit.

About twenty more outfits of me disapproving to, she finally found a pair I quite like.

"This?" She threw out a 'Do Not Kiss Me' loose crop top with leopard print high waisted skirt, followed by a pair of badass combat boots.

Now this is what I'm talking about.

"Don't you dare reject this one. I know you like it."

I laughed as I took the outfit and put it on. "You know me too well, Frayer."

"Don't I always?"

Once I was done zipping up my combat boots, I asked, "How do I look?"

"FUCKING SEXY I VERY MUCH APPROVE."

"Thanks..."

"James is so gonna fall heads over heels for you."

"Thanks again..."

"You know what? I'm getting Chaze. Alright, now off you go and put your makeup."

"Is it really necessary?" I grumbled as I just finished my nail art and was pleased at how it turned out. I might or might not smudged my right pinkie but ain't nobody gonna look at my pinkie.

"Yeah. Apply only a little bit, you'll look beautiful, trust me."

"Whatever you say."

I sat in front of Frayer's vanity mirror, completely at lost. "Frayer?"

"Fine, I'll help but no moving around. You hear me?" she huffed and started to take out random makeup in all different shapes and sizes.

Until this day, I don't understand why girls have tons of them. Do they really use that much? People like Frayer have at least five huge box of make up it's insane.

No offense, but really, keep yourself simple.

I grinned at my best friend. "I didn't even say anything."

Frayer laughed. "Magic, my dear Watson."

"That's not how you use it, idiot."

"Appreciate that I tried."