A Boy and A Girl

゜ ✭ ・. Chapter 3

Point of View: Genevieve

The blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl walked into her house. She glanced around for her parents and, not seeing them, she called, "Mom, dad, I'm home!"

"We're in the kitchen, honey!" Her mother's voice replied. Ginny walked into the kitchen and hugged each of her parents in turn. Her tall, blond-haired, blue-eyed father first, from whom she inherited most of her traits. He worked all the time, so Ginny didn't get to see him as much, but he was an amazing father.

Next, her mother. At 5'2 and 150 pounds, the chubby woman was very unlike her tall, thin daughter. Though her hair was the same texture and length, and just as wavy, it was a light reddish-brown color rather than the blonde of Genevieve's hair. Her eyes were blue, but instead of the dark blue of Ginny's eyes that was like the sky when it was just turning dark, her eyes were a light robin's egg blue. She worked as an assistant for a nearby vet clinic, and her job mainly consisted of making sure papers were filed correctly. She was always home hours before Ginny got back from school, which left her plenty of time to practice her hobby, baking.

Ginny smiled as she stepped away from her parents. "How was school today, raindrop?" Her father asked, barely looking up from his phone. Ginny wasn't offended; he had a lot of work to get done, and she knew that he was at least making an effort to speak to her. Besides, his little nickname for her made everything better. When she was little, he always made the comment that her eyes reminded him of two raindrops against a dark sky... so, the nickname stuck.

"It was great, dad. I got invited to a party at Daisy's house." She smiled. Her father looked up again, this time with a playful grin on his face.

"Well what're you talking to me for? Go get ready!" He exclaimed. "You need to fix your hair! And ew, what, you're only wearing mascara?" He scoffed. "Plus, what is that outfit? Shameful, that's what it is. I know that my daughter isn't gonna be the one who wears something so plain to a party."

Ginny giggled and snorted, "As if you could come up with something better, Mr. 'I'm suddenly a fashion designer'!" She stuck her tongue out at him, something that he reciprocated immediately, and then she waved while walking to her room. As she left, she saw her mother's exasperated expression. Ginny had always gotten along better with her father than her mother. The older woman simply didn't understand the way her husband and daughter joked. To her, it seemed rude. To Ginny and her father, it was hilarious.

She rushed up the stairs to her room, which was right next to her dad's music studio. He played piano in his spare time, and liked to sing, though he rarely posted any of the things me made. As she walked into her room, she slammed the door by accident, causing a framed photo of herself and Bailey when they were nine to fall off the wall. She glanced at the picture and smiled softly as she put it back on the wall. Those were the days... before sixth grade, when their relationship was ruined. Or rather, it was expected to begin, which ruined the great friendship they had. Ginny traced her hand down the photograph before turning away toward her closet and clapping her hands enthusiastically. "Alright folks, what're we gonna wear to the party?" She said to herself.

She sifted through the clothes, picking out three different dresses. The first was orange, the second was red, and the third was a yellow-orange color with long sleeves, which was much shorter than the other two. She considered wearing the shorter one, but frowned as she remembered some thing. One outfit in particular. She moved clothes around in her closet as she searched. "Mh, where is itttt..." she muttered, eyebrows scrunched up. "There it is." She smirked as she pulled out a white spaghetti-strap top with a sunflower on it, along with her short black skirt, which she was not permitted to wear while she was at school. Something about it being 'a distraction to the boys.' The thing that offended her the most about that sentence was that the sentence clearly didn't take into consideration boys who weren't attracted to girls, or non-male people who were. And that's saying a lot, because many things about that sentence offended her.