Nothing eventful happened the next day.
Well, not until four o’clock when Stella and I gave Jack a makeover for his date, which wasn’t until seven. It was under protest of him, however.
“Girls, I know how to dress myself, and men should not wear eye shadow so don’t even think about it!”
I turned to Stella. “I told you he’d never go for it. Besides, you got the most sparkly eye shadow I have!”
Jack groaned. “Get out of my room, please!” I began shoving us to the door to his room.
“Wait! Please let us stay and help you get ready!”
“Girls,” he complained, “I don’t have to pick her up for three hours!”
Stella looked at him as though his hair was suddenly a remake of Elvis’. “You mean you only have three hours. Come on, Jack, you have to impress her! She’s your matte for crying out loud!”
I’ll admit, whenever I hear someone say the word mate, I feel my stomach lurch a bit, but I burry that for Jack’s sake. That’s why I’m doing this; I don’t want him to feel this pain from rejection. It isn’t fun.
“Stella, it will take me two minutes to get ready when the time comes,” he assured her, trying to turn her towards the door again, but she stood firmly where she was.
“And what do you plan on wearing?” She put a hand on her hip and stared him down.
He scrunched his eyebrows at her. “You mean I have to change for a date to dinner?” Stella and I nodded. “I was just going to wear this,” he said gesturing to the clothes he had on then; a black t-shirt that said “You are what you eat. I’ve eaten too many sexy beasts lately,” and old battered looking jeans.
“No way,” I demanded. “Where are you going?”
He shrugged. “To dinner. I don’t even know what she likes.”
Stella groaned. “No, Jack, you have to call ahead and make a reservation, no matter where you’re going.”
He huffed. “This is why I don’t date much; you.”
I laughed as I turned towards Jack’s closet and opened the doors. I looked through and pulled out a gray plaid shirt and held it up in front of him. “This’ll work. Don’t button it, and put a t-shirt underneath, and I mean one of those plain, tight ones.”
He rolled his eyes. “Do you honestly think I even own one of those?”
I laughed. “Do you not?”
He sighed. “No, I’ve got a black one.”
I patted his head. “Good boy.” I turned toward his dresser and began searching for nicer looking jeans, which I found quickly. I tossed them onto his bed and turned to him. “Now get dressed.”
“No. Get out of my room!”
“Jack, come on, just trust us and put that on! Maybe you’ll look half decent,” Stella teased.
He huffed. “Girls, I trust you. I’ll wear these. But I’m not getting dressed for at least two hours. So leave me alone, please,” he begged.
Stella sighed. “Fine, but I pity this girl.” She turned away and stomped out the door.
“Maya, can you stay? I’m as bored as Led Zeppelin in a retiring home playing bingo.” I laughed and sighed as I sat on his bed.
“Okay, what’s up?”
He shrugged. “Obviously nothing.”
I laughed. “So…. Emma? What do you think of her?”
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Surprise
Lobisomem"Happy birthday! You're present; your parents are dead!" This is how Maya ends her seventeenth birthday; with the cops at her front porch when she returns from her surprise birthday party. In grief, she runs away, unable to bare the guilt. She w...
