"Your probably wondering why I wanted you here," Amy smiles at a women who was working in the kitchen. She had blond haut in a loose bun, and simply nodded at Amy.
"Yeah..." I replied slowly.
"See, I have a friend, and his girlfriend broke up with him. Now he has nobody to take to the party tonight, Jerry asked around but no one was cool with the idea. So I said if handle it, will you please be Sebastian's date?"
"Ok," I looked into her blue eyes, they were just short of begging. She grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs to the last room down the hall.
The halls were green like spring grass, covered in posters. Most from bands, a few from movies. She had a hammock bed covered in bright pink bed sheets, her pillows a deep red color that wasn't quite crimson. The floor was a blue tile covered in colorful lace thongs and bras. Random drawers on her dresser were opened, and the thing was covered in makeup pallets and brushes. A couple gold medals were buried underneath the wreckage.
"Sorry for the mess, I don't have sober people over much and the others don't care." she said it as if it were the most normal thing in the world, carelessly flipping her bangs out of her face. She sat me in a chair after discarding a set of notebooks previously occupying it.
"So, what are we doing now?" I asked timidly as she rummage in her closet, pulling out skimpy dresses and throwing them to the side.
"You are sitting there waiting," she clicked like she only did when she couldn't run her tong piercing on her top lip. She pierced her tong on her own, so she didn't wear it to school."I am finding the perfect outfit for you."
"What?!"
"Your going on a date, therefore you need an outfit."
"I don't do dresses." I told her, suddenly worried about her seeing my scars. Or worse, the marks I got this week. "And I need a shower."
"Ok, I've got my bathroom, that door," she pointed towards the hammock and I saw that right underneath it was a chocolate colored door with purple edgings. "There are towels in there, I'll get the out fit ready."
When Amy finished I was in white skinny jeans, a faded blue tank top with a white jean vest over it, and my black shoes. She'd curled my hair and pulled it back as well as doing my makeup. The outfit Emphasized every curve I had, but at the same time hid the little pudge most tight shirts would shut on my belly. Then she gave me white heels, they were short but I still wobbled a little. But I had to admit, I looked drop bead gorgeous in this.
She got me ready in her bathroom, which was surprisingly spotless. You could see your reflection in the white tiles on the floor, her grey bathtub reflected the light like it were a mirror.
After I agreed that this was good she led me to the living room, where Jerry was sitting in jeans and a loose tee. His sandy blond hair falling in his face.
"Wow." he said standing, his green-blue eyes filled with shock, "Is that Mae?"
"Yes," Amy replied with confidence, "Do you like what I did with her?"
"She looks like Aphrodite." Jerry smiled,"Sebastian's gonna love her."
