Maybe This Time

CHAPTER SIXTEEN : STRIFE

CHAPTER SIXTEEN   :        STRIFE

                Jeanny’s been swearing for almost an hour now. Dean and I engaged her to a wager on a computer game that if she won we will treat her for a whole month of buffet at Vikings. I play in behalf of Dean because he really has no talent for those types of games; I let him be at my room for our plan to Jeanny.

                Feeling so goofy, I automatically shouted that we won; Jeanny’s so fuming and is running through the door when Dean and I got hold of her. Why is she walking away? Because our consequence is that she’ll agreed to be on an evening gown and that Dean will make her his Barbie for tonight’s event.

                We are pushing her back inside and up to my room.

                “Missy, if you ever run out again, I will surely tie to up on this very chair.” Dean British-accented threaten as he holds her shoulders in place, 

                 

                “You pussy!!” Jeanny hisses,

                “How I wish I have one.” Dean says dreamily, “So behave now! Or I’ll draw on your face like Jigglypuff.” Dean started brushing her wild hair, I retreat to my closet and took two evening gowns that Dean and I purchased for this very event specifically for Jeanny.

                Jeanny, by physique, is a goddess. Heavens, she doesn’t even get bloated after a heavy buffet, she eats anything she likes and doesn’t need to hit the gym to lose those extra pounds of fats because, gracious, she doesn’t even have those. Men are literally all over the place when she walks in, but knowing Jeanny, she has no interests on dating and men. She’s one of the boys, her exotic beauty adds up to the package because hers’ is natural.

                She is a fitness enthusiast by heart and loves Zumba and Yoga. She tags Dean and I along her enthusiasm for extreme and creative activities but those are “too extreme” for my interest so I minimally joins them, I pull up the two long dresses and decide which is which, our aim is to show her the beauty that she ignores for all this years. We want her to appreciate her natural gift that unfortunately she sees as a burden.

                “Which is which?” I ask as I struggle not to step on any of the two dresses, “Strapless purple gown or beaded neck gown?” I introduce, we watch Jean’s eyes glow with sudden admiration but turned fast to denial and agitation.

                “I’m not wearing any of that!” she says as if summoning all the creatures that hides from all corners of my house, I look straight to Dean who raises an eyebrow at her.

                “I know you’re all boyish and all but I never thought you of being a talk shit, girl.” Dean leans by the makeup table with his arms crossed over his chest, I lay the dresses to the bed and walk behind her,

                “Jean, we just want the best for you, the whole world sees how beautiful you are but it’s you who has no idea of it, we want you to realize that.”

                “But you both know I am not used to this. This... this whole girly acting and dressing thing.”