Dork Diaries: Next Generation

Toilet Paper and Silence

"So I was thinking we do some facials, paint our nails, you know, the usual things you do at a slumber party," Terra says picking up a facial packet and placing it back.

I myself look at all the cheap DIY facials. Why would anyone go to a Target for a facial and nail polish?

"And we're in Target because..." I say questioningly.

"They have the best DIY products."

I snort. She looks at me. I look at her facial reaction and laugh again. "Honey, you have so much to learn. Just how many people are coming to the slumber party?"

"About seven people. Why?"

"How would you like to have a real facial and mani-pedi instead of this cheap stuff for dogs? I mean, I'm sure it works for some people, but I never settle for less."

"Oh my God," she squeals, "You would really do that for us?"

"To be completely honest, I'm mostly doing it for myself. As I said before, I don't use cheap products from a supermarket. But it doesn't hurt to help other people out either, so it's a win-win."

Terra squeals once again and tightly embraces me. Out of shock, I don't hug back immediately. I eventually give her a pat on the back as if I was hugging her.

"Alright. Not trying to be rude or anything, but you can let go now," I gasp. She jumps a little in shock and releases me. A sudden wave of relief washes over me when she lets go. I can breathe again.

"I'm so sorry, Brandy. I'm just excited. We've never had a sleep over like this before."

Another idea had popped in my head for this slumber party. "Let's go pick up your friends. We need to hurry if we're gonna make it to the movies."

Her eyes light up like a kid's.

"But before we go there I need to pick up toilet paper, eggs, and a few magazines for the house. You don't mind, do you?"

Terra shook her head. "I don't mind at all. You're driving and doing all this stuff for us. I don't see why you can't grocery shop for three simple things."

I grab her hand and pull her where we need to go. "Good. Let's get going," I say, dragging her to the toilet paper.

*~*~*~*

Since we have so many people going to a fro and not much would fit in my sports car, we all met up at my house and borrowed Pop-pop's eight-seater Escalade. He was quite shocked to know that I have so many friends that I can actually tolerate.

Right now we're at the spa, all paralyzed since we don't want to mess up our nails or crack our facials.

"Brandy, thank you so much. This is so fun," Terra tries to say. I'm sure that's what she said. As I said before, breaking our facials is pretty suckish.

"Don't mention it. I'm just saving your butts from cheap trash. Now stop talking. You're gonna mess up your facial," I warn her.

A few seconds pass, and she feels she needs to talk again.

"Brandy, you know you didn't have to go all out for us. I mean, I get that you don't like to settle for less or anything, but maybe at the next sleep over you can try being a little close to a normal girl. It's not as bad as you think."

"I'm sure it's not. You enjoy it for me. It's a little too late for me to be normal." I chuckle very lightly. "It was too late for me when my mother got pregnant."