When I Met Her....

Whipped

Whipped

Julia's POV

I slip my pale pink blouse over my head and twist and turn in my full-body mirror.

"What do you think?" I ask my best friend, Liv.

She takes a sip of her wine as she settles herself on my bed.

"Hmm, I don't know." she says, "Looks too uptight."

"You think?" I frown, nervously tucking a loose piece of hair behind my ear.

"Yes." Liv nods, "Try a dress or a jumpsuit or something."

"Can you just find something? I give up." I sigh, pulling the blouse back off over my head.

"Alright." Liv says, getting up off the bed and wandering into my closet.

"Thank you!" I call to her gratefully.

I pull off the slacks I'd put on and fold them back, shoving them into a dresser drawer.

"Where did you say you were going again?" Olivia asks, still in my closet.

"To her parent's house."

"Why?"

"She wants me to meet her parents." I say, applying mascara in my mirror.

"Why?"

"How old are you Liv?" I joke, ducking my head to peek in the closet. "What's with all the questions."

"I was just wondering because you've never done anything like this before." Liv chuckles.

"She wants me to, and I want what she wants." I say, pouring a dab of foundation on my sponge.

"You sound whipped." Liv teases, coming out of the closet with a button up shirt, jeans, and some stilettos.

The button up is silk-like and a lavendar color with the front and back of the shirt longer than the sides that come up as if the shirt was cleanly cut. The jeans are jet black and the stillettos were the same color as the shirt.

"Maybe I am. Not everybody can be a lifelong player like you." I roll my eyes, taking the clothes from her.

"I think I'm slowly down a little." Liv laughs, sitting back on the bed. "I've been with the same woman since I got back in town."

"Really?" I ask astonishedly, looking at her though the mirror.

"Well don't sound so suprised." Liv says, glaring at me playfully.

"Its just not normal for you to be with someone for so long." I smile, "She must be good."

I smirk, referring to their sex life.

"It's not even about that!" Liv exclaims, throwing a pillow at me.

I dodge it, and kick it out of my way.

"Well, tell me about her then." I say, putting in my pearl earrings.

"She's goregous, smart, very energetic, extremely complex...which I like," Liv gushes, "And...I just don't know. It's something about her that just intrigues me. She's different from all these other women I've dated."

"So the two of you are dating...officially?"

"You could say that." Liv smiles, shrugging embarassingly.

I spin around to look at her, my eyes wider than saucers.

"And you have the nerve to talk about me!" I shriek, "You sound way worse than I did when I first met Laurel."

"I do not!"

" Oh yes, you do." I insist.

"Whatever Jules." Liv puffs, laying down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling.

"When did the two of you meet?" I ask, turning back to the mirror.

"About a month ago. I met her the night I flew in, at The V."

"How old is she?" I ask curiously.

"Um...18." Liv whispers.

"How did you manage to jump from women who are older than you to one thats so much younger than you?" I laugh.

"Hey! Don't judge! Laurel's 18 too!"

"Yeah, but I've always really been into younger women. You've always liked them older than you."

"She's different. I like that she's younger than me. She has so much life in her, and her personality is so unique. She has me thinking and feeling like I never have with a woman or a man before."

I put on my jeans, zipping and buttoning them, then my shirt.

"She's really gotten to you." I smirk, turning around to face her.

"Maybe." Liv sighs.

"I can't wait to meet her," I smile, spraying on my perfume. "Meeting the girl who tamed you is going to be too precious."

"She did not 'tame' me!" Liv object, sitting up on her elbows to look at me.

"You might as well go on and ask her to marry you." I tease, walking into the bathroom.

"Oh shut up." Liv groans. "What time do you have to be at Laurel's house?"

"Seven," I answer. "What time is it?"

"Six-twenty."

"Alright. I'm almost finished." I say, pulling the flexi rods from my hair, letting them fall in ringlets around my face.

"Better hurry. You don't want to be late. First impressions always last."

"You're telling me." I breathe, nervously.