COCO'S

07

Cloe Marín

"Cloe, harder! Pull harder!" Bianca says breathlessly.

This is not what it looks like, I promise.

Right now is Saturday morning and I'm spending it helping Bia with her costume for the Moulin Rouge musical she is going to participate in.

She came here about an hour ago, waking me and my cats up, then made breakfast for the two of us, and now she is making me help her with all of her new stuff that she got yesterday night.

I'm currently pulling as hard as I can from the strings of the corset she has to wear in a couple of weeks, her bended slightly so I can have more space and me behind her. Well, she hasn't got the main role. In fact, she hasn't even got a role on the play.

"I can't pull harder, I'm gonna kill you!" I say just as loud.

Bia is going to be some type of opener, with another few girls, and they are going to play an opening act with the song Lady Marmalade. At least she got Christina Aguilera. I don't really know if people actually do opening performances in the theatres but she is happy with it, so I am too.

"Then do it! I'll die for the theatre!" She replies dramatically like she usually does. I pull even harder, putting my feet flat on her hip to try and make more effort until she is gasping for air.

"I'm not pulling anymore, Bianca, for fuck's sake!" I basically scream.

She huffs, or at least tries to because she doesn't have an ounce of oxygen anymore, "Harder! If I don't breathe then fuck breathing! Who even breathes?!"

"Every single one!"

Three loud knocks make the two of us shut our mouths and look up at the front door. I gulp down, hoping it isn't Giuseppe because I'm not in the mood to have an argument.

Every move in the house stops, Bianca glancing over her shoulder at me with widened eyes and her biting on her lip to stiffle a laugh, I think. "What do I do?" I whisper at her and look down at the corset again.

She shrugs, "Do a little lace with the strings and go get the door."

I do what she says quickly, then making her stand straight with her body bottled up in this red corset with small white fringes, her boobs compressed together to make them look bigger and much more upper than they normally are.

She has her hair up in a ponytail with her bangs out, some grey sweatpants below her hips doing such the contrast on what she is wearing around her torso.

I breath deeply before going to get the door, almost tripping on Lulu's small paws, not expecting her rushing to the door, I thought she would be running to my guest bedroom like she does when she is scared or angry, which is most of the time. The cat really appreciates her vital space. But not now, though.

I furrow my eyebrows when I hear the person on the other side whistling a melody I disavow.

I look at myself on the mirror I have next to the door, seeing my pajama's basic shirt with some random denim shorts I had put when Bianca entered the house out of nowhere. I'm barefoot and with my hair up with a white claw clip. I mean, it's not too bad, right?

My hand grabs the door handle before I keep overthinking and I pull it wide open, seeing someone I wasn't expecting at all.

Leaning against the frame of the door, with a pair of cream shorts and a basic white tank top with a small Mickey Mouse on the left side of his chest, there he is, staring back at me with a disgusted look on his face that now looks as his resting bitch face.