Three Kings, One Girl, One Decision

Chapter 3: The Party

"What am I supposed to wear?" I ask myself, slightly annoyed. I scan my closet again, desperately looking for something "cute" to wear. "Ugh! Why is this so hard?" I yell at myhhself.

"Need some help?" I hear someone ask behind me. I twist my body around and see Gabe standing in my doorway. He's smiling, not a kind smile but more of an amused smirk. Oh no, I think to myself, here comes the crazy Gabe. I wondered when I would see him again. The "Crazy Gabe" is when my kind, gentle brother turns into an evil, torture inducing demon.

"No, I can do this on my own Gabriel," I say, calling him by his full name like I always do when he goes crazy. He laughs at me and steps into my room (Gabriel doesn't believe in privacy boundaries). He walks past me and to my closet, scanning it with a mischevious smile on his face. He kind of scares me when he's like this.

"Here we go," he says as he picks out an outfit. He doesn't let me see but instead shoves it into my arms and pushes me toward the bathroom. "Now just get in the shower and change into that. When you're done I'll do your hair and make up. I'm a pro at it being the gay I am," he says and shuts the bathroom door. Oh right, my brother is gay which is another reason why we're so close. He came out his sophomore year of high school, we all supported him and so did his friends. I was just glad none of his friends rejected him, though he did get teased a little.

I undress and get in the shower, using cold water because it's a bit hot. I wash my hair and body slowly only to agitate Gabriel. Once I'm done I get out and dry off. I walk to the bundle of clothes and slowly unfold them.

"Are you crazy?" I yell to my brother who I hear chuckle on the other side of the door.

"A little," he replies, clearly amused. I sigh and put on the outfit he's picked out for me. The outfit consists of a short blue jean skirt (and I mean short short), a red tank top that slightly shows my stomach, and my jean jacket with sleeves that go to my elbows. I look in the mirror. It's not that bad to my surprise.

"Are you done? I'm getting old out here," I hear Gabriel say with impatience. I sigh and walk out of the bathroom. I find Gabriel standing in front of my art wall, observing it closely.

"This one's new isn't it?" he asks, pointing to the blue haired boy. I nod at him. "It's really good. Is he from some show or something?" he asks.

"I honestly don't know. I just drew him yesterday. I can't shake the feing that I know him though," I tell him, staring at the drawing. He looks at me questioningly before dropping the subject.

"Well whatever," he says, looking me over, "let's get you ready for that party." I groan as he sits me down in my desk chair and begins blow drying my hair. Once he's done I feel him begin to tug at my hair, spraying it every so often with hairspray. After he's do e with my hair he does my make up and adds some accessories to my outfit. He adds silver loop earrings, a few black bracelets, and a silver scarf. He then hands me my black combat boots that almost go to my knees to wear. I tug them on and then look in the mirror.

"I look like an attention seeker," I say as I look at my reflection. He straightened my hair until the very bottom where the ends are curled and somewhat messy. I'm wearing a little bit of silver eye shadow and black eye liner. The cheeks have a light pink blush that's barely noticeable and my lips are a light shade of red with gloss over it. He laughs, still with that devious smirk.

"You look hot. I'd date you," he says.

"Ew, please don't say that ever again. You're my brother, and actually right now you're not even that," I say. He just laughs again as he walks out of the room saying, "Yeah, yeah whatever. You'll thank me later." And with that he's gone. I roll my eyes and look back at my reflection. With a groan I leave my room and head to my car, which I had picked up earlier today. This is going to be interesting, I think to myself.