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We all met back in the living room."We should see about getting you a haircut too," Kanoa was saying as we walked into the room. "Nothing drastic of course, just need to give it some layers."
I looked at her in her white blouse, light denim shorts, and brown knee-high boots. Her hair was styled wonderfully in long layers that were crimped from the braid she had worn the previous day. It was simply beautiful.
I tugged on the end of my long pony tail that Kanoa had slicked back from my face and tied high on my head. I supposed it was kind of lengthy and lank.
"Her hair is fine," Ben said from the Lazy Boy he was sitting in.
I smiled when I saw he had abandoned the teddy bear pyjamas. Now he was wearing a white dress shirt, open collared and rolled up at the sleeves, with a pair of dark jeans."You look nice," I complimented him before taking a seat in the other empty chair.
"I could not let him leave the house in those dank sweat pants," Adrian bellowed as he sauntered into the room.
His hair looked windblown as he ran a hand through it. He was wearing a black polo sweater, sleeves pulled up to his elbows like Ben's shirt, white collar peeking out. He had blue jeans on that were ripped at the knees. I wondered why he didn't buy himself new ones with all the money he had.
"But you will let both me and you out of the house looking like prep-school wannabes," Ben said under his breath.
"Hey! I have never been a wannabe. I was a member of York Preparatory School before I became the fearless leader I am today, I'll have you know," Adrian boasted proudly.
"I knew there was a reason why I hate you so much," Ben grumbled.
"Same here. Fearless leader, Adrian? Really?" Zuri stared at Adrian disgustedly as she clicked into the room. "Stop with all that crap." I looked for the source of her clicking and found the noise came from the heels of her short, black boots. They had large, cute looking bows on their outer sides. How was she supposed to hunt in those? How was she supposed to walk in those? Her dark denim jeans seemed painted onto her slim figure. Her billowy blue blouse seemed like it had been made specifically just to fit her. Her concaved hair was beautiful with the braid she had made and pinned behind her ear, like a perfect blond head band.
I looked down at my black tank top, overly baggy blue jeans clinging for dear life at my hips with the help of a brown belt, and the shoes I was sure were once white, but now looked a faded yellow. I felt just as Zuri had named me the other night; plain and unattractive. I batted the shallow feeling away, telling myself to be grateful Kanoa could find me semi-fitting clothes in the first place, and that she was willing to share. And anything was better than being a colorless Between.
"Of course I am the fearless leader of this group," Adrian stated. "We all have our stereotypical roles to play in this heroic band of young Psychics." He looked at Zuri. "Zuri is the diva."
"Diva? Excuse me?"
He ignored her and continued listing on. "Berit is the know-it-all, socially awkward one."
"Socially awkward?!" Berit's voice erupted from behind his bedroom door.
"Justice is the chilled out, insightful one. Kanoa is the motherly, naive one."
"I'm naive?" Kanoa squeaked self-consciously.
"And then we have the newcomers." Adrian glanced between Ben and I. "Benjamin, the misunderstood, brooding guy with anger issues, but who probably is just a big sweetheart... probably."
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