"What do you think about this one?" Olivia asks, in a yellow princess gown, a plastic tiara adorning her head.
It's been half an hour since we left the library, a half an hour since we've entered the bus, before dropping off at the mall. A half an hour since I ran away and made a mess of things, and I'm troubled, worried I may have severed something between Reed and I.
"Come on, stop mopping! It's not as if it were the end of the world or something..." my friend pouts.
Shooting her an angry glare, she quickly seals her lips, trying to make herself small.
"Why don't you try something on?" Olivia then suggests, as she leaves the changing room and takes a sit next to me on the bench.
"I don't know if I'm really in the mood for-"
"Oh come on! I promise, it will be fun," my friend says, pulling me up, before leading me towards the stall she was using.
"Here, see if you like any of the stuff I picked out. Trust me, you'll rock them," she says, patting me on the shoulder, before heading out, making sure to draw the curtains behind my back.
I sigh, turning around to grab a black spandex off the hanger, my mind, wandering about, heavily weighting me down.
Olivia is right, I just need to forgive and forget at this point. It's not like sulking will change anything. And besides, I know for a fact that I wasn't the one in the wrong.
"Started changing yet?" Olivia asks.
"I'm working on it!" I say, stripping out of my bland attires.
Once I'm free, I step into the tight bodysuit, trying to shimmy the elastic over my legs and my waist, but it gets stuck along the way, and I feel ridiculous for even attempting to wear such a stupid outfit.
This is Olivia's thing, not mine.
"Everything good in there?" My friend asks, as I grunt, forcefully pulling over the stretchy fabric and sighing once it molds to fit my curves.
"I think so," I reply, now trying to get it over my arms, which requires me to contort in an usual pose, making me laugh in disbelief.
"What's so funny?" Olivia chuckles.
"Come on, show me!" She pleads and I turn to face the mirror that's leaned against the wall before blushing.
I hadn't even noticed the idiotic tail trailing past my legs, until I spin around, nearly tripping over the damn thing.
"Olivia, why, just-just why?" I giggle, shaking the tail attached to my bum, that could barely keep up with my movements.
"What did you wear, let me see?" She eagerly asks and I exhale, doing a mental count to five, before stepping out.
Instantly, Olivia's face lights up; her eyes beaming in delight, as her hand reaches up to cover her mouth, that hangs slightly ajar.
"Girl, you look hot. Come on, do a spin for me," she asks, with a twirl of her index and tossing back my head with a gleeful laugh, I end up abiding by her silly request, making her squeal, as she kicks the leg of the furniture.
"Freya, why hadn't you told me about that ass of yours? Damn girl, you're making me jealous!" She exclaims and I shrug, before shaking my head in astonishment.
"Wait!" She suddenly yells, while clapping her hands.
"I almost forgot about the finishing touch," she says, rushing back to the changing room, before returning with a pair of cat ears, which causes me to slant my brows.
YOU ARE READING
The Wish
FantasíaEighteen years old Freya has never gotten it easy in life; having to cope with her insufferable stepmother, who couldn't care less about her existence, to raising her optimistic sister, ignorant of the blights in the world, and being a prime target...
