Maeve's one fleeting high

2. Movies and opening up pt.1

Lemon shoots up from her lying position at the sound of the slamming door. Blake follows by propping herself onto her elbows and grants me a smile upon seeing me.

''There you are. We already went up because we wanted some privacy. I'm sorry I didn't ask beforehand,'' Blake apologizes. She blows me a kiss before plopping back down and starts drawing imaginary figures on the ceiling. We used to do this when we were younger. Lemon appears clueless until she eventually mouths an 'I'm sorry'. I shake my head and give her a smile to reassure her it wasn't her fault. She wasn't aware of this unwritten rule of mine. 

She returns my smile and lowers herself next to Blake again. She takes notice of her movement. She reluctantly raises her left index finger and slowly moves it around to create figures. After a few seconds her frown transitions into a broad smile.

''Come join us Maeve, this is pretty fun. You can use your imagination to create anything you want on the ceiling.''

While they were creating their own world, mine was about to get crushed. Not wanting to come across as apprehensive, I try to take steady steps to my closet and reach for the highest shelf. My hand comes in contact with the soft ribbed fabric of the many pairs of socks scattered around. It doesn't take long before I feel the cold surface of the lid against my finger tops. I let out a breath I had been holding in and snatch a random pair of socks.

''I guess it's okay this time,'' I reply to Blake's apology. I close the doors of my closet and turn around with the clean socks in my hand. I take a seat in my chair and take off my current socks before I put on the new ones. I have to act like I was meant to do this in the first place. In my peripheral I notice Blake halting her movement,

''No, it's not. Next time I'll ask for sure. I should respect your privacy.''

I was about to ask if they had gone through my closet, but she chimes in first. ''You should also know,'' she started fiddling with a pillow, ''that I snooped in your closet. I wanted to see if I could borrow something for this party that I have this Saturday but... Maeve, you have nothing cute.'' 

''What?'' I frown at her statement. ''That's not true. I have plenty of cute pieces.'' I raise from my chair and stride up to the closet. I open the doors and start scanning the contents, not forgetting the box is right above my head. My hands start flipping through the clothes to find something for Blake.

''What were you thinking of wearing? A dress? Perhaps a nice skirt with a cute top?'' I'm going to prove that I've got great taste in fashion. Just because my little sister isn't a big fan of my clothes doesn't mean I don't know how to dress. 

After not receiving an answer I turn around, not expecting to almost bump into them. They'd been peering over my shoulders.

''Maeve, I'm sorry for invading your privacy twice but I'm glad I went through your closet.''

''You just contradicted your own apology,'' I deadpan.

''We have got to go shopping tomorrow, sweetie,'' Blake proceeds, gripping my shoulders. Lemon nods in agreement before shaking her head after realizing I caught her. She clears her throat and scratches her arm.

''I'm not necessarily agreeing with Blake,'' she defends.

''... but?'' Her tone says otherwise so now I have to know what Miss fashionista has to say. She's contemplating her next answer as she takes another look at my clothes. ''I do think your wardrobe could use some variety. I can tell you're pretty fond of hoodies and cargo pants. You're even wearing them right now. I like those too, don't get me wrong. But that is something that catches my eyes.''

''That's actually what I was saying!'' Blake acclaims, ignoring my accusing look. ''It's time for you to get out of your comfort zone. You can at least try on new clothes in stores while we''—Blake grabs Lemon's forearm—''help you choose. Lemon, you obviously have peculiar taste. Please tag along tomorrow,'' Blake begs, taking hold of Lemon's hands.