Cross School

18 - Pretty in Pink

The mood was tense at first, when Taylor declared war on Alicia and the school's rules, but that soon deflated throughout the day since the two of them spent every other moment together, because of said rules. The two of them were sitting together in English, on a table with the rest of Alicia's friends from the baseball team. Florence, Amy, and Kelly were sitting with them, chatting amongst themselves while Taylor and Alicia stayed in silence. The only sound between the two was the tapping of Taylor's new nails against her desk.

'I like your new look,' Kelly finally said. Taylor smiled.

'Everyone has to have an opinion, don't' they!' Alicia yelled. 'Everyone just has to compliment my BROTHER on how he looks so pretty, and fierce, and cool!'

'Anything to add, Ms. Stanford,' the snarky teacher said, folding his arms. 'We are in the middle of discussing Macbeth, care to say anything?'

Alicia flushed bright red. 'Um, no. Carry on. I'll shut up now.' Alicia covered her head in her arms and retreated back into her thoughts. She continued to feel jealous of her brother as the day continued. Even her friends were giving him more attention. Florence, who was a tough girl to crack in terms of impressing, enjoyed hanging out with Taylor, or Tyler, or whatever the Hell this person's name was. Whoever they were, Alicia didn't know them anymore.

She was overjoyed to have her brother back in her life, and incredibly amused when she got to dress him like a girl. But now it was too far. She wanted to spend time with her brother and talk about guy things, not compliment him on how well his current lip color suits his face. She wanted her brother back. She wanted to see Tyler again.

They were out in the courtyard now, Alicia and her friends on their way back to the girl's dorm. Taylor was still with them, talking in a group with the rest of them, Alicia far behind. She sulked behind the group, thinking of plans to get back at Taylor. Her femininity had increased tenfold since the day began. She needed to reverse it if she had any chance at ruining Taylor's plans. There was only one way: Alicia needed to set her brother up with a girl. But who? Everyone she knew went to Priscilla's. She needed to be out of school and just Tyler's type.

Taylor waved goodbye to Alicia's friends as they approached the girl's dorm. She gave Alicia a mischievous look as she passed. 'See you tomorrow, sis.' Alicia didn't respond. She was too deep in thought about how she would destroy Tyler's new persona. The plan was good, too good. It was Monday now, so Alicia had until Friday to set up her brother with a girl from outside school. The clock was ticking, but Alicia knew she could do it. She had to.

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It was 3.00pm on a Tuesday. That meant a lot of different things for a lot of different people. It was lunch time for most, maybe a time to meet a few friends out in the city, maybe the time you've been booked for a one-way trip to the electric chair, but for Charlie, it meant it was time for Drama Club. He strolled once again into the lavish room, moving stiffly around in a Gothic Lolita style dress. His long black hair was up in a ponytail thanks to a pink ribbon. The dress itself was styled pink and white, a change from the usual dark colors that plagued his wardrobe. He was back to a long-sleeved dress again, which he didn't mind. The dress itself was quite cute, but it was the shoes that killed him. They were pink ankle-strap high heels with a small white rose placed on both toes. They were tight around his feat, and would no doubt give him extreme blisters if Polly hadn't given him white stockings, which were uncomfortable enough with the Garterbelt attached.

His makeup was done in a cuter pink style today. His pink lips shined against his rosy cheeks, the matching eyeshadow complimenting the entire look, all with a hint of glitter across his face. He wore false nails painted pink with flower patterns all over them. He didn't mind them surprisingly enough, but they made opening doors and picking up objects much harder.