OMG today was the best day ever! She introduced me to her parents who were super strict, they barley let me into the house. She rolled her eyes at them when we got upstairs, which made me laugh. "hey want to get out of those cloths?" she asked, my heart did a couple of back flips and summer salts! that until she opened the door to her closet which was the size of a small room. She began taking off her cloths. My heart jumped out of my chest and peed itself!!! Omg, she had a tattoo? I must have said that thought out loud. She turned around and looked at me.
"Yes, but don't tell the rents they have a strict rule against anything that isn't natural and modest." she said mocking her dads voice. She did a good job at it too. I wondered for a second if she suspected, you know that i liked her.
She walked into the large closet and was lined with cloths and on the bottom was a large amount of shoes stacked on top of racks. Under the racks where boxes of unused or probably old unwanted shoes. Because i looked inside a couple and i have never seen her wear any of them. She appeared out of no were and was wearing a whole new outfit. She had on a cute pair of sky blue skinny jeans, a gray tank top, and a small jean jacket. Her cute boots were Light Blue Faux Suede Slouchy Platform Boots. At least thats what she said they were. I wouldnt know i dont think to much about fation, i mean i wont leave the house looking like trash but im not a fation freak.
"Do you like?" she said as she turned around and around. I stood up from were i was and nodded my head with a open mouth. I was too star struck to say anything at all. She tugged my arm and started jumping up and down urging me to try on her cloths. At first i said no but she was too adorable to refuse so i just let in. She took off my shirts cuz i had gone limp when she accidentally bumped my butt. She replaced it with a white tank-top, rely hot flannel that was blue and black then I took off my pants and she handed me a pair of flared blue jeans, and lastly the shoes they were a pair of slip on's.
She stood back to stare at her master piece. I began to take the cloths off, when she suddenly started to stutter something.
"w-what are y-you-" She began but i already knew her question so i jumped to my answer
"I'm giving you back your cloths." I replied with a smile.
" WHAT? NO NO NO! please i insist for you to have them. Think of it as an early birth day gift from me to you." She waved her hand at the cloths and walked out of the closet without letting me argue against her gift. When i eventually exited the room i stood in the doorway watching the most beautiful thing ever, no not thing, person. There stood the most gentle, most gracefully, most kind, loving person ever and i was in the presence of and that person was...lexy.
Her mom called us down to dinner. i waited for her and we both walked down to dinner. which was mashed potao's, fish, and broccoli. I must say her mom is an excellent chief, i told her so.
After dinner she walked me to the door and gave me a hug goodbye.
"ill see at school tomorrow."she said with confidence.
"okay." i said with a smile. and with that i left. I swear i completely blacked out on the walk home. I don't remember walking to my block or going up my driveway. I do however remember my moms reaction when i got inside. I must not have noticed the cop cars outside my house when i got in cuz there were like 4 cops in my house all staring at me along with my mom. Who's stare began with worry then relief then absolute anger!
"WHAT THE HELL YAMORA? WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL DAY?" Pools of tears began forming in her eyes but she blinked them back.
"I've been at lexys house mom" I said as i walked over to her. The cops were all rubbing there necks and biting there nails. She walked away from me and into the kitchen, the cops naturally started talking as they walked out the door. One patted my arm and whispered, " You mother loves you allot." and then went with the others. I walked into the kitchen to find my mom who was sitting in a Corner crying softly. I walked over to her and sat quietly. At last she leaned into me and i rapped my arms around her. I could never do anything like Barbie, never. I couldnt hurt her like that, i just.... couldnt.
She eventualy stood up and lent me her hand, which i grabbed. My moms a hugger and she always gave me her best hugs but somthing seemed diffrent about this one. Almost like she didnt want to let go, like she wanted somthing to change but didnt at the same time. Funny i know my moms feelings better through a hug than through anything else.
