Princess Charming

Ten (I)||Beaches, Bitches & Almost Kisses

C h a p t e r T e n (Part I)

Beaches, Bitches & Almost Kisses

♔ L u c y ♔

"Megan!" I holler. "I have nothing to wear that's suitable for the beach!" I extend the last syllable in a whine, lowering my voice as I hear Megan approach me.

"Lucy, I don't think having your face planted to your bed will somehow let you know of what clothes you have."

"My memory is better than yours." I retaliate lamely.

"I bet you don't even remember what you had for lunch yesterday." She rolls her eyes, huffing as if I cause her great pain.

She then proceeds to scan through my messy wardrobe, time to time holding a top in front of her, before throwing it in the messy pile of rejects.

"Didn't you get this shirt when you were twelve?" Megan holds up an old shirt I bought from the school charity fair in seventh grade.

I blush, looking away to focus my gaze on my hands. "No. . ." I drag the vowel.

"No wonder your wardrobe is so stuffed." She mumbles, loud enough for me to hear.

What can I say? I have a tendency of not throwing my clothes away. I know I could give them away to charity, or maybe even recycle them, but honestly speaking, I'm too lazy.

Maybe I'll be productive this summer and get on with that.

I mentally laugh at myself for that outrageous self-proposition.

"Do you own any bikini sets?" Megan quizzes, not looking at me. When I don't answer, she faces me and rolls her eyes.

"Of course you don't."

"Why would I need a bikini set?" I exclaim, shooting up from the bed. My head buzzes for a few seconds because of the abrupt movement, and I blink a few times till I feel normal once more.

"Are you planning on going to the beach wearing your prom dress?" Megan drawls.

"No. But that doesn't mean I have to settle for a bikini."

"Lu, you wear tank tops and shorts all the time. A bikini is basically that, minus the hem of the shirt." She presses, and I bite my lips.

"I'll get to wear a top above it, deal?"

She flashes me a smile. "Deal."

After minutes of searching, she throws me a cotton white full sleeved shirt, with navy blue horizontal stripes.

"Wear that with some denim shorts, babe. I'm gonna get you a pair of swimsuit."

Lightly nodding in her direction, I look out the window. It's a nice day today, sunny with a hint of wind. The sky is a beautiful azure, and you can practically feel happiness and all that jazz radiating off on you.

Bleh.

"Here you go." Meg comes back. She hands me a bikini top and bottom with tribal prints on it. I blink at them, looking up at her and then down at them.

She glares, as if challenging me to argue. Mocking a hurt face at her, I turn to the direction of my bathroom to change.

Once I come out, hair brushed with some products to look maintained through out the day, I dread the shoes resting by my wardrobe.

I jerk away from them.

"Meg!" I screech, and she immediately dashes into my room, to see me breathing heavily with a hand over my heart.