You Got Yr. Cherry Bomb [ruby da cherry]

All Outta Bombs

We all had to get up early to check into the hotel in the city. Thankfully, the parking was spacious enough for the tour bus and the drive from the last city to NYC wasn't long at all. Because of how disgustingly expensive tourist destinations are in the city, the rooming situation at the hotel was a little different this time around; everyone was sharing rooms instead of having singles. Well, everyone except for me, because I'm the only girl. Talk about Princess treatment.

My room was actually a single that connected to Max and Meth's room, so technically we were still sharing. I was happy to not be totally alone, but not happy about the 7 AM check in. As soon as I got to my room, I laid down for about forty-five minutes until the reminder popped up on my phone that told me to get ready. Thanks, past me. Fucking hoe.

I -- very reluctantly and cranky like a child -- got up and sorted through my clothes, trying to find an outfit that was both comfortable and cute. I ended up going with a dark grey minidress with black mesh layer overtop and a black cardigan, since my arms are somehow always cold. I left my legs bare, assuming I wouldn't be able to handle the sensation of lace or fishnets on my skin today, and wore some basic black socks and black creepers. My makeup was a combination of Vivian Anubis' and my own, keeping the liner and shadow and lips and ditching the heavy foundation and contour, making me feel a little more secure and confident as myself.

Finally we look good. Can we stop being lazy about makeup on off days, please? Never breaking eye contact with my reflection, I placed two little black butterfly clips to either side of my head, capturing the hairs that frame my face. I stared for a second, taking in my appearance and feeling good about it. A little too good, maybe? Shaking my head, I left the bathroom and pulled my phone from the charger. Jane had given an ETA of 10:05, and it was already nearing 10.

Even though she was my best friend, who I knew for years and who knew everything about me, I couldn't help but feel nervous. Not anxious, but nervous. Nervous-excited. "Nervecited" as I would say as a child. But once I got the call that she was here, the nerves fizzled out and I felt more calm and happy than anything. The first time seeing your best friend after a long time is always something special, and for Jane and I, it was the typical big hug and smiles of excitement.

Jane looked me up and down after breaking the hug. "Chichi, your fits are so cute!"

My mood lifted the second I heard my old nickname. Of course I was grateful for the compliment, but I shook my head. Did she think I didn't notice her outfit was so much different from her normal 'academia' style? Which she looked great in, but I could tell she put effort in to look more like me, and I wanted to cry at how nice it was. The red top she wore complimented her dark skin and she had even straightened her normally coily or protected hair in order to match with me. "Come on, I see you with your fishnets. And your red. You did that shit for me, huh?"

"You like it?"

"Bro, of course. I love 'twinning' with you, it's just so rare."

She sighed in relief, pushing her glasses up on her nose. "Good, good, I was worried you'd think I was copying you."

"Okay, unplanned twinning is not copying. Duh," I explained, walking to the elevators.

"Oh! I saw something the other day and you're gonna piss yourself," Jane started, hitting the 'up' button. "Remember Izzy from high school?"

"The one from my town or the one who dropped out halfway through freshman year?"

"Your town."

"Right, yeah, what about her?"

She opened her phone and started quickly scrolling. "She blatantly copied your fit from that one day, like a week ago. You posted on your story, remember? The one where you had those skull sweats?"