Fee was ready to give the person knocking repeatedly on her front door a piece of her mind. Fee groaned, rushing over towards the wooden door. Swinging the door open, she felt the cold breeze slap across her bare skin. Fee shivered, wrapping her arms tightly against her chest.
Her eyes darted towards the brunette girl, Lola, with her arm raised, ready to continue knocking. She let her arm fall to the side of her, giving the girl an unimpressed glare. Fee smiled sheepishly, widening the door that allowed Lola to step inside.
"I could've died from hypothermia," Lola flatly spoke, rolling her eyes. Fee laughed, not taking her snarky comment to heart.
Lola discarded her shoes at the front door, fixing her straightened hair behind her shoulders. Lola had her hair styled with a half up half down with a few frontal strands fallen out from the wind. Fee took notice of the girl's outfit which suited her well. Lola shrugged off her deep black leather jacket, revealing the spaghetti-strapped navy tank top that had splattered white dots covering it. Her low-rise jeans added the perfect touch to her toned body.
Fee shook her head, playfully slapping the brunette's forearm as they made their way into her room. Fee cringed internally at the random clothes sprawled out across her bed and floor; embarrassingly enough, she was having a hard time deciding what to wear.
Lola snorted beside the girl, observing the tornado that seemed to hit her room. Lola flopped onto her vanity desk chair, spinning it around with a childish grin. Fee glanced down at her watch, a screech of panic escaping her lips. Lola's movements halted at the terydactyl scream heard from her friend.
"Jesus woman!" Lola seethed, scrunching her face with a cringed expression.
Fee mumbled an apology, scratching the back of her head. She had 30 minutes upon Gojo's arrival, and the only thing that was done was her makeup. Lola seemed to have taken notice of the time as well, hoisting herself off the chair towards the closet. Fee followed closely next to her, shaking her head at every option Lola showed.
Lola sighed after 30 attempts. The brunette turned her attention towards Fee, who let her head rest on the wall behind her, groaning at how hopeless this was. Half of her wanted to call off the date, due to the fact she had nothing to wear, but she would hate herself if she called it off.
"Maybe I should just call him and tell him I can-"
Lola slapped the girl's forearm with a hard impact, forcing Fee's hand to rub the red handprint on her arm in a comforting manner. Fee's stressed expression quickly turned into a frown, confused why the girl slapped her.
"Ow," Fee muttered, walking dramatically towards her vanity. If anything, she could at least start on her hair. "That was fucking unnecessary."
Lola shrugged, continuing the search for the perfect dress in the girl's closet. Fee plugged her straightener into an outlet, brushing her hair out as it heated up. Lola gasped, earning Fee's attention. The brunette turned around, holding a scarlet dark red long dress, that Fee completely forgot she had. Fee felt her eyes become glossy, remembering how it was her mothers.
"He's going to be having to contain himself the whole night," Lola smirked, placing the dress gently onto the bed. "You'd look fucking sexy in this dress."
Fee laughed lightly, standing up as she made her way over towards the dress, picking it up with a small smile. Fee nodded her head in agreement, smiling at the fact she finally had a dress. She quickly ran to the bathroom, changing as fast as she could to not spare any more time.
Once she finished putting the dress on, she admired herself in the mirror. The red v-neck helped support her breasts perfectly, adding the sexy factor into the outfit. The spaghetti straps added support to the dress, holding it up as it wrapped perfectly around her curves. Fee smiled, a surge of confidence washing over her.
