Eunoia 2 [{V.H}]

20

Kitty

After eating lunch at a quaint little place with no one around, we went back to the hotel where everyone else in our group is staying. I took a nap, since I know were going to be up late while Vinnie sat typing on his laptop beside me.

I peaked over at his screen before I drifted off, and got a glimpse of Vinnie writing about Kouvr and Alex's engagement. I realized that Vinnie must be using his laptop as a sort of journal, so I closed my eyes again and left it be.

Im glad that hes found an outlet.

A cloud of hairspray blows into my face, making me choke and cough, my hand covering my mouth.

"Sorry." Mila apologizes behind me, and she leans around my shoulder to see my face. "You alright?"

I nod and remove my hand from my mouth to give her a thumbs up, still not able to speak from the burning in my throat.

"Jesus Mi, are you trying to make her flammable?" Kouvr scolds Mila from her seat on Mila's bed, a couple feet away from where Mila has me seated so she can do my hair.

Mila cranes her neck to see Kouvr fully, only to stick her tongue at her, "Meh."

Kouvr rolls her eyes at that and Mila disappears over my shoulder again with Mila grumbling under her breath as she goes.

"Were getting hit with a tropical storm later for your information." Mila explains as she sprays the long burgundy wig, that sits on top of my head, again. "I dont want it to start curling from the humidity."

A tropical storm?

I swallow hard and lift my head up a bit, "Hey Mila, when is that supposed to hit?"

Mila hums and stops spraying to answer, "I don't know.. I think 1 or 2, why?"

I don't answer, and when I dont, she just goes right back to fixing up my hair. When she gets done, she giddily shakes my shoulders and tells me to look in the mirror in her bathroom, so I stand up in my black heeled boots and walk across the bedroom to her bathroom.

I flick on the light and almost jump out of my skin when I see someone completely different than what I'm used to looking back at me. I have brown eyes from contacts that I can barely see out of, burgundy hair, a full face of makeup, and the sluttiest dark Angel outfit you've ever seen on my body.

I've got flesh colored tights up my legs and black gloves on my upper arms that covering my scars, making me more comfortable in what I'm wearing but I still feel like I'm showing way too much skin. My corset is tugged as tight as it can be, my waist cinched to make my body an hour glass shape, thigh garters holding up a black pair of socks, and boots on my feet.

And as for pants? I'm practically wearing a pair of underwear or "spanks" as Mila called them.

Kill me.