Fire Red Lipstick-Yenissa

9

"W-w-w-what should we do first?" I ask, stuttering over my words.

Melissa puts her finger to her chin, thinking. "Paint nails?"

        I nod my head. "T-that sounds good."

        "Okay, but let's get changed into pajamas first. We don't want to spend all night in our party clothes."

Crap. We should've stopped at my house first to get my stuff. "I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I don't have anything t-to wear."

"Oh, don't worry. You can just borrow some of my clothes."

My face feels hot for some reason.

***

I'm wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt of Melissa's. They smell just like her; it makes my stomach do a summersault.

        I pick out a light shade of purple and Melissa, a deep blue. I'm good at painting nails which is weird because it's not something I usually do. See, I'm not like other girls, so I'm not all girly like everyone else. After my nails dry, I start painting Melissa's. Her face is as red as the polish. It must be hot — she's wearing a hoodie and pants.

        After nails, we turn on the Roku and binge Hunter X Hunter. Apparently it's an anime. I've never seen anime because I don't watch TV all that much. If I do, I watch documentaries. Because I'm so quirky, I don't watch mine-numbing comedy shows like everyone else! Instead, I watch interesting non-fiction TV to further my education. Hunter X Hunter is, however, a good show. There's Gon, and Killua, and Leorio, and Kurapika! I love Killua, he seems like such a wholesome kid!

My eyelids start droop as we continued to the next episode of Hunter X Hunter and Melissa shakes me awake. "Do you want to go get food?"

"What?" I say, stifling a yawn.

"I have my license. We can go to the gas station and get a bunch of junk food."

"I don't have money."

"Neither do I. Luckily, my dad keeps his wallet in the kitchen with his keys. Let's go."

Five minutes and a lot of tip-toeing around later, we're in Melissa's SUV on the way to 7-Eleven. My phone clock says 3:24 am. I've never been up this late before. It's dark in the car and there's quiet music playing from the radio — some indie-rock song I've never heard of before. We pull into the almost empty parking lot, save for a single beat up Toyota, and head inside. A young guy with a beard and tattoos is asleep behind the counter. He jerks awake at the sound of the bell above the door. Yawning, he mumbles a "Morning, ladies," and goes back to sleep.

We stroll through all of the aisles tossing all the snacks we can find into a basket. Takis, M&Ms, gummy worms, slurpees — we basically buy the entire store. Melissa rings the bell on the counter — DING DING DING DING DING — and the cashier, who's name tag says Marcus, is awake again and muttering curse words under his breath. It takes all of my strength to hold in my laughter.

        We pay, thank Marcus, load our forty-three dollars worth of snacks into the car, and head back to Melissa's house. How we managed to leave and come back into the house without her parents waking up is beyond me. Whatever, I'm not complaining!

The time is 4:01. I'm sucking down the last of my cherry slurpee, which Melissa stole half of because her strawberry slurpee "didn't taste as good", and we're watching The Office in her bed. The lights are off, but in the light of the TV, I can see a certain glow in her eyes. Because I'm so quirky, I basically have telepathic powers and I can tell that she wants to tell me something.

        "M-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-melissa?"

*author's note*
LMAO "MELISSA"  AUTO CORRECTED TO "MELIODAS" AND I JUST IMAGINED MELIODAS AND ELIZABETH WATCHING THE OFFICE WHILE WEARING UGLY PAJAMAS WHY IS THAT SO FUNNY TO HELP ITS LITERALLY NOT