My Roommate's Boyfriend

Two sizes too small

I CAREFULLY apply a light coat of cherry red lipgloss and turn to Emmy. 

"Do I look ok?" She looks up from her magazine and looks me up and down and scrunches her face. Not the reaction I was looking for. I checked myself out in the mirror, my frilly blue beach dress wasn't quite what you'd call age appropriate, maybe if a 13 year old were wearing yes.

"If you want to hook up with the geek freaks yes," She sat up quickly and walked over to her wardrobe, "and only the hottest will be there," my stomach made a funny flip at this comment, am I hot enough? Obviously not quite yet, "luckily I happen to be the caretaker and owner of all the top shit dresses." She handed me a small white dress, tight at the top and loose flowly at the bottom. I held it against my body and my jaw dropped.  

"Don't you think this is a little too small?" I gazed at Emmy's stick thin figure, no boobs or curves, just bones and a head to fit a 5 ft frame, the exact opposite of my D cup breasts and curvy hips. No way.

"It's stretches,"

"Ha, no way," I slumped onto my bed and sighed, "nothing you can wear will fit me." She didn't disagree, instead just slumped down next to me.

"It's only 4:30, we could hit the shops?" She asked, "the party starts at sunset,"  it didn't sound like a bad idea. I nodded and changed into shorts and my favourite tie dye shirt.

"Lets go."

***

We entered a surf shop about 5 minutes from where we live, and since it's a Friday the whole of Santa Monica buzzed inside. I trailed through the hundreds of dresses and tried not to knock over the displays as  Emmy and I pushed past everyone. It took about fifteen minutes to find a nice dress and try it on. The colour, aquamarine, looked stunning on my golden brown skin and it fit nicely on my chest, holding it nice and high but on the outside it sat loose and gracefully. 

"I like this one Emmy," I shouted out and stepped out to show her,

"-yeah she's," I coughed a little and Emmy turned round, but she wasn't alone, "right here, Tam you look hot!" I smiled sheepishly at Jackson and another beautiful boy. Man this place is a hot guy chamber, "Don't you think boys?"

"Yeah you look great Tamara!" Exclaimed Jackson as he hugged me, "this is Ollie," The boy, who's eyes were fixated on the ground, looked up quickly and pulled a tight smile. He was just as good looking as Jackson, mysterious dark brown eyes and sandy hair, he stood a whole head taller than Jackson though and skinnier as well, but that didn't make me drool any less.

"Nice to meet you," I said and he just nodded back, not much of a talker I soon found.

"So are you excited for your first Californian beach party?" Jackson asked, thankfully, breaking the awkward tension between the silent mystery boy and myself, "they're really fun, a great time for newbies like you to make a name for yourself." What was up with these guys and their obsession with popularity. I personally couldn't care less whether I became the most liked girl in school, but apparently it's a major thing here. 

"Mn, knowing me the only name i'll create is "Mega Embarrassment," I joked, "but yeah i'm excited, never really did the whole partying thing with swimming and all that-"

"That's right, that's your talent aye," Emmy pointed out, "i admire athletes, i'm more on the musical side of things, but these two are swimmers as well," she nodded to the boys, "Surf Lifesavers  actually but that requires a lot of swimming and these two have been each others biggest competitors, fighting for the top position every year," 

"I usually take it out though," Jackson points out, nudging Ollie in the side, a little too hard as he grimaces and tries to smile politely, "come on man, lighten up!" Ollie tries to smile harder but we can all tell that it's fake.