Colour Me Red

Chapter 2: Ellie

Chapter 2: Ellie

“I have nothing to wear!” I groaned in frustration, throwing my hands up in the air.

Sydney, my best friend, laughed at me.

We were preparing for what was known as ‘the party of the year’ and I had no clue what to wear.

“You have more clothes than my mother, and she’s a fashion designer,” she returned ingeniously, raising a questioning eyebrow at me.

She walked over to my closet and in one swift motion pulled out a dress that I could immediately tell was perfect for the occasion.

“Why are you so much better at this than me?” I whined.

She rolled her eyes at me and started tugging at her chestnut coloured hair.

“I’m just a lot better at decision making than you are,” she explained. “Now get dressed, we’re going to be late.”

“Yes ma’am!”

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“Why aren’t we taking my moped again?” I asked Sydney in a grumpy voice.

We were stood outside my front porch waiting for Sydney’s older brother, Alastair, to oh-so-kindly collect us so that we could go to the party. It seriously sucked not owning a car.

“Because this,” she said, her hands wildly gesturing to her hair. “Took me hours to perfect, and I don’t want it plastered to the sides of my face, thank you very much,” she stated calmly.

“It only does that because you sweat so much with the helmet on,” I mumbled under my breath.

“That’s because I’m freaking terrified of the blasted thing!” she huffed.

We looked each other in the eye, lasting all of three seconds before busting into laughter.

“You’re – such a – wimp!” I choked out between giggles.

She glared at me with a pathetic amount of fury behind her eyes as her brothers Capri 280 rolled into the driveway.

“Hey,” Alastair called with a smile, stepping out of the car.

He was tall, with broad shoulders and an athletic physique. His hair was darker than Sydney’s, more of a reddish brown than chestnut, but their eyes were the same startling blue. They looked very alike considering there was five years between them, with Alistair at 23 years old.

“You look good,” he said, nodding towards me.

“Thanks,” I smiled at him, laughing internally at his boyish arrogance. Sydney was convinced he had a crush on me.

“Hey!” she whined, waving a hand in front of his face to get his attention. “What about me?”

He smirked at her with humour in his eyes.

“You always look good sis, you know that,” he teased.

“Now that’s more like it,” she grinned at her brother, climbing into the back of the car.

Alastair, being the gentleman he is, opened the passenger door for me. I sunk into the plush seats and inhaled the scent of worn leather. I couldn’t help it; I loved this car.

Sydney suddenly piped up from the back.

“Hey, why do you always get to sit in the front, anyway?”