Elizabeth

Girl's Day

The day before prom was the prime time for a spa day.

Liz and Ronnie sat cross legged opposite each other on the floor of Liz's bedroom, a plethora of beauty products spread out before them.

"Okay, so we agreed on mani-pedis, makeup, and self tan."   Liz  said, rifling through a basket of nail polish.

Ronnie cocked her head at the mention of fake tan. 

"It's because I'm whiter than Casper the ghost." 

"Understandable." 

"So... that's it, right?" Liz asked, swatching a bit of white nail polish on her thumbnail. 

Ronnie nodded, her feet already tucked into a plastic bowl filled with warm water.

"Yep, and don't forget the hair masks. I bought the good stuff this time."

Liz chuckled, holding up a tube of hair mask. "Oh, I remember last time. We had that cheap dollar store mask and our hair felt like straw for dayyyys."

"Ugh, that was horrible!" Ronnie exclaimed, laughing and splashing the water around.

"Yeah, never again. Lesson learned - always shell out for the good stuff."

She playfully tossed a bottle of nail polish at Ronnie. "Now, stop splashing. You're getting water everywhere."

"Alright. Also, this color is horrible!" Ronnie had picked up the bottle of polish. It was a shade of purple, but it looked more like magenta. 

"What do you mean by horrible?" Liz asked, taking the bottle back. 

"It's way too much! It looks like if the color purple and the ugly pink Nirvana sweatshirts had a nail polish baby." 

"Well-" Liz stopped. "I could actually see that happening."

"Right?" Ronnie bent over to look into the basket and selected a lighter purple. 

"This one actually matches my outfit!" 

Liz chuckled, shaking her head at Ronnie's color critiques. "You have such oddly specific opinions about nail polish colors."

"What can I say? I have a very keen eye for colors." Ronnie declared, pointing back at the cursed nail polish. "That purple is just giving... nightmares." 

Liz chuckled. "Nightmares, really? It's just a shade of purple."

"A very bad shade." Ronnie said, sticking out her tongue. "I feel like I'm going to have dreams about this nail polish tonight."

"You sure you'll be having dreams about the nail polish?" Liz raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms. 

"What are you implying?" 

"I know about the hotel room with John." Liz whispered, a smile forming on her lips. 

"Oh shut up," Ronnie hit Liz playfully on the shoulder. "Like nobody knows that there's a full bed set up in the backseat of Brian's car." 

"It's actually really comfy!" Liz protested, shrugging and grabbing her makeup bag from her dresser. 

Ronnie rolled her eyes at Liz's remark. "Yeah, I bet. How often do you two use that bed, huh?"

"Oh, shut up. How many times has Deaky told his parents he was spending the night at Fred's?" 

"Enough so that his parents probably think that They're in love." Ronnie giggled, drying off her legs with a towel.

"Yeah, they probably think their son has a secret boyfriend. But let's be honest, it's kind of genius. But Brian's parents don't even care ninety nine percent of the time. It gives us all a lot of freedom to... do things."

Ronnie smirked at the remark. "Oh, I'm sure you use that freedom very wisely."

Liz shrugged, feigning innocence. "What can I say? We have priorities."

Ronnie rolled her eyes but couldn't keep a straight face. "Yeah, I'm sure those "priorities" keep you plenty occupied."

Liz chuckled, putting down her makeup brush for a moment. "Oh, they keep us occupied alright. But right now, our priority is pampering ourselves and gossiping like teenage girls."

"Probably because we are teenage girls?" 

"We've seen enough to not be." Liz sighed, remembering the months before. 

Ronnie nodded in agreement, her smile fading slightly as the memories resurfaced.

"Yeah, that's true. We've seen more than most people our age ever will. But sometimes I miss the simplicity of being just a teenager, you know? No weight of the world, no weapons and threats and... Amanda."

"God, don't even." Liz said, shuddering at the sound of that name. 

"It's still hard functioning with everything that happened. If she wasn't still in the hospital because of that nasty concussion, I would go into witness protection or something." 

"Yeah... You know, if Jim were here, John might've had an actually decent outfit for tomorrow." Ronnie smiled lightly at her joke. 

"Oh, I'm sure his outfit is fine." Liz replied, snatching some latex gloves and a bottle of fake tan from her caboodle. 

Ronnie arched an eyebrow. "Yeah, but it's John. He probably picked out the most basic, least flattering suit possible."

"Brian and Freddie were there though, right?" 

"Yes, Brian and Freddie were with him. But let's be honest, they're not exactly fashion experts either."

"Oh God, imagine all three of them in a clothing store together."

Ronnie couldn't help but laugh, thinking about all the trouble they would get into.

"Yeah, it would be a disaster. John would gravitate towards the most plain, generic suits he could find. Brian would probably try to dress like a professor, and Freddie... well, Freddie would be off somewhere trying on anything and everything that sparkled."

"As he should!" Liz remarked, cracking a smile.

Ronnie chuckled. "Oh, definitely. Freddie has a thing for sparkles and glitter. I can already picture him in a colorful, sequin-covered suit."

"And he would look gorgeous, as always!" 

Ronnie and Liz continued their spa day, laughing and gossiping as they applied face masks and filed their nails. They joked about the boys' fashion and all of their times alone with their boyfriends.

 Relaxed and rejuvenated, Liz looked over at her friend.

"You know, I'm glad we did this."

"Me too," Ronnie replied with a smile.

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Hello my beauties! I keep thinking I'm going to write another filler, and then I look at the word count and see 1007 words. How?!?! No idea. I'm listening to Kaleidoscope by Chappell Roan. 

I accidentally pulled an all nighter. Shucks. Its 6:50 in the morning and I've tried sleeping but I physically cannot. So I resorted to my unsafe haven of writing. 

Sorry that I haven't really been posting on 'schedule.' 

Life is difficult. I'm figuring it out. 

My throat hurts. :(

Love you!

Toodles!

-Dahlia <3