Sight

Six.

After my episode with Avery, she lifted me up, held me alongside her and pulled me to my bathroom, washed my face, gently wiping away the fresh tears that were warm against the cooling water. She curled my dark hair into swiping curls; they shone and reflected my bedroom’s golden lamp light, applied light makeup onto my extraordinarily dull face, and made me look as though I put effort into this whole date thing. Avery Evans, you truly are a wizard.

I looked in my reflection and bit my lips hard and when released, they flushed and filled with a dark red color as the blood rushed to the surface of the delicate skin. My eyes were shadowed with a light golden, sparkling powder which gave my skin somewhat of an angelic appeal, the shadow blended so well with my skin tone, you’d never realize it was there if I didn’t blink, the glitter reflected the lights in any room when I moved my lids, naturally as they should.

Gentle, non-committal strokes of a light red blush was dusted on my cheeks and nose. I looked totally normal, with a touch of enhancement.

“There, you’re all the more beautiful now.” Avery smiled as she tucked a lock of my dark, curled hair behind my ear.

“Aren’t the curls too much?” I asked, suddenly feeling over done.

Avery as a response rolled her eyes, “It’s only the ends, they aren’t even from the roots, and it just gives your hair more volume than it already has. It was wavy, now it’s curly.” Avery chirped and patted my shoulder. I gave her a weak smile.
I looked at my body, “I’m still in my jammies.” I whined, as Trevor would when mom was too busy with readying herself rather than him, I miss them, but I’ll see them soon.

“Let’s get you ready then!” Avery pulled me to my bed and disappeared into my small walk in closet.

“Well?” I said as I leaned forward, hoping to find out what she was doing, but from where I was sitting, I couldn’t see her, and I wasn’t going to move, who moves and puts effort into things anymore when you’re seated on a bed?

Avery came out with two pieces of clothing in her hand, a white sleeveless top. It was simple with a few lace flowers embroidered on the shoulders. The other was a pair of my black skinny jeans, “Here you go.” Avery said with a warm smile as she handed the clothes over to me, I simply placed them on my lap, I looked up at her with sorry eyes, “Maybe I should cancel.” I said, my tone regretful, but I was so exhausted and drained, I had moments when I broke down, but never have I gotten aggressive, I simply cried myself to sleep, crying till I couldn’t breathe.

“No.” Avery snapped her tone final. “You are not cancelling, you need this.” She continued when my eyes turned from ‘sorry’ to ‘don’t make me do this, I beg of you.’

“I’m fine.” I sighed, but I knew I wasn’t.

“Sure, you are fine. Now get dressed.” She ushered me off the bed and pushed me into my small closet and shut the door, why here? Why can’t she leave my room? Rolling my eyes, I knew I’d either be out of the room or in here, no way she was doing what I told her to do.

“Done?” Hearing her you could sense the height of impatience that came with her speech, “Almost!” I responded loudly as I wiggled and jumped my thighs and butt into my tight jeans, they weren't uncomfortable tight, they were ‘I’m holding your fat together’ tight, I liked that kind of tight, I needed that tight.

I walked out and in front of the mirror, running my open palms against my torso, feeling the smooth, satin material against my skin, it felt almost cool against my body temperature.

“You look great! It’s simple yet trendy.” Avery said as she grinned and swayed her hips.

“Oh! Shoes!” I ran back into my closet and pulled out a pair of my white toms, the top covered with a floral lace, huh, and nice coincidence. I slid my feet in and walked back out, Avery instantly looked at my feet and clapped her hands once, “Okay! Great! You’re done! Go.” She directed me to my room door, I shook my head and I walked out and hopped down the stairs, a spring of excitement fluttering at the back of my head, blossoming in the pit of my stomach.
I grabbed my keys from the bowl and took my phone, tucking it into my back pocket and walked out the door. Avery followed close and walked to her car parked near the street, “I’m going to a party tonight! Interested?” She yelled, immediately I looked at my watch; it was five in the evening. I was already meeting Alexander for coffee; I wasn’t in the mood for a party, “No! You go ahead!” I yelled back and she nodded with an understanding expression. I smiled back at her and slid into my car, cranking up the heat when I feel the December air affect me. I twist around to the back seat and see my red leather jacket thrown across the seats, good, little protection from the harsh weather.
I turn back to my steering wheel and look in the rear view mirror, the sky’s colors fading into a deep blue, no more summer skies for a while.