Ex's and Oh's
So after roughly an hour of showering, make up, outfit choosing, and even nail doing, and whatever Xavier does to get ready, we were all ready for breakfast. I was dressed in decently ripped black jeans, a black tank top, black open toe, ankle boots with a short heel, (I was feeling dressy) and my make up was done a shade lighter than my natural skin tone for eye shadow and lipstick; the only unnatural thing about my make up was the sharp eye liner wing shortly stretching away from my eye lid. For a touch of colour I wore my red flannel shirt and rolled up my sleeves, and the Mac Russian red nail polish. Finally to top off my look I had everything I needed to leave the house in my black, silver outlined Chanel purse, courtesy of Miss Xena of course, who was always shopping when she wasn't breathing.
Xena was dressed in a light pink chiffon dress that has lace sleeves and a sweetheart neckline, and flows outward away from her legs when it reaches her waist, with white ballet flats (I guess she was on a heel break seeing as she sometimes even wears a pair to school), her makeup was done pretty light--as usual--and her colourful soul shone through the silver eye liner she wore, along with the slightly-shimmery pink eye shadow that coated her eye lids gracefully, and her polish was a pure white washed, white. Her purse was exactly like mine but hers was white, instead of black. Apparently she bought them on offer yesterday, while I was kicking her brother's ass during his self defence class.
As we walked down the stairs to the ground floor slowly, because Xena was on her phone, I heard a ping and noticed Xavier's phone in his hand as he...recorded us coming down the stairs? What is this, Prom? When Xena realized it was a video she looked up and smiled, and did a series of other facial expressions like she'd been practicing for this all her life. I just stared at her, smirking amused until I heard a second ping which signified the end of the video I suppose.
"And you ladies are now on my Snapchat. You should feel honoured."
Aaaah Snapchat, I knew that ping.
"Whatever." Xena said, "Smile for the camera Damien." She said as I looked in the direction of her phone and smirked.
"Damien smile, not smirk." She repeated through gritted teeth as she tried not to spoil her camera ready smile.
"No-" *click* "-pe" I said with my eyes closed.
"Definitely going on my Snapchat." She said smiling down at her phone evilly, and only bringing it to my face to see after she'd added it to her story.
"Oh my God Xena take it down!" My mouth was curved into the 'O' sound, and it just looked strange, kind of cute but still strange.
"Nope, I gave you the option of smiling and you didn't. Consequences my dear girl, consequences." She says smugly as she walks towards her car.
"I'm just going to get a ride with Xavier, since you're being so annoying." I say jokingly.
"Don't use me as an excuse to wrap your arms my brother's waist." She says winking at me as she gets into her car. My eyes widen as she says this and I open my mouth to say something but get cut off by Xavier.
"Are you coming?" I hear him asking from his bike.
Realizing this was the only thing standing between me and my ice cream breakfast, I shrug and say, "I guess I am."
I start walking towards his bike and when I get there I remember I don't have my helmet since I wasn't planning to ride with him.
"Helmet. Give me a second." I say internally groaning at the thought of those horrid stairs.
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I Feel Nothing
Ficción GeneralDamien Chazel is a fairly normal 17 year old girl, with a fairly normal life. Best friend? Yup Backstabbing Boyfriend and ex best friend? Yup Friends She doesn't talk to anymore because they almost killed her? Yup Loving parents? Does a guardian cou...