Problems

Chapter 2

I hear my sisters loud rock music blasting threw the walls, indicating that she is finally awake. I knock on her door as loud as the music, and suddenly hear it go off. I hear her familiar growl, such as a tiger would do. She swings the door open and stands there half naked. "What the hell do you want?" She asks, eyeing me down.
"Gee, nice to see you too. I was wondering if I could-," I begin to say quietly.
"Speak up! Or else I'm going to shut this door on you," She demands.
"I was wondering if I could borrow an outfit," I say a bit louder. She checks me out, starting from my feet, and making her way up to my face. She rolls her eyes and growls again. "What's the special occasion?" She asks.
"My birthday," I answer aburptly.
"Oh yeah. It is that time of year again, isn't it?" She remembers. Even my own sister forgot it's my birthday. I feel so loved. "Alright, you can borrow something, c'mon in," she finally answers. She walks to her clothes, past her filthy room. Piles of dirty clothes and empty bags of chips lie on the floor beneath her bed. How can she stand such a mess like this? I know I could never put up with this, the smell would start to make me gag. "Anything specific you're wanting to wear?" She asks. I look up as she digs through her closet. She has a lot more clothes than I do. Well, a lot more than I figured. She probably doesn't wear half of the things in there, and probably wouldn't miss them. But she would notice if I took anything, so I'm not going to take any chances. "My friend told me to wear something sexy," I answer. She stops mid search, and turns her torso towards me. "Sexy? Why are going to wear something sexy?" She asks. I look at the floor and bite my lip. I never really thought about the idea now that's been questioned. "To impress a guy," I answer. I'm not even lying. I want to meet a guy and impress him at the hangout place. I need to expand my circle of friends other than Ashley and Kevin. They are the best things that ever happened to me, but I would like to have more friends. Or even a first boyfriend. "Oh, that's understandable. I was about thirteen when I started impressing boys, so you're good with age," she says. Well duh, I know I'm good with my age. I'm barely fifteen and I know, or at least I think I know.
I see her throw down a few outfits on the cushioned chest at the foot of her bed. The main colors I see in the pile are red and black. I see a hint of yellow and white, but not much. I knew she changed her whole wardobe, but I didn't know her thing was to wear black. I mean yes I do see her sometimes walk around school wearing black mini shirts with laced leggings underneath, and black shirts, but it's not an occasional thing. She is always hanging out her "bad ass" friends or isolated in her room with or without Laser, so we don't see each other much. I leave for school early because the bus picks me up, and Lex gets a ride from either Laser or one of her friends. "Starting looking through that pile, I'll look for some more stuff," she tells me. I hate to mention it, and I won't, but this is the nicest thing Lexie and I have done in a while. Like I said, we hardly see each other. I see a nice white and black dress that looks like it go to about an inch above my knee. It looks very plain and simple, and also a dash of sexy all in one. "I like this one," I say, holding it up from the pile.
"Ah, one of my favorite dresses. I have a pair of leggings that will go perfect with that, if you want to use them," she says, looking away from her closet and at the dress I picked up. I nodded and she smiled. Fashion has always been her thing. She would always help me pick out an outfit for elementary school, and I would always get compliemented, and I would go straight to Lex and tell her the wonderful news. But that faded as the drugs began to come in more often.
"Found them!" She shouts. I snap back out of my memory and look at the laced leggings. They have a little spike effect at the end, which would look great with my black wedged heels. I can't walk in the type Lexie wears. They are like six inch heels with the heel so thin, it could snap easier than a bone. "Perfect," I say with a smile.
"I knew you'd like the outfit, you always do,"
"Well because it's picked out by the best fashion person I know," She looks up at me and smiles. I can see in her eye that she's touched. She knows I feel that way about her, but she hasn't heard me say that in what feels like forever. "I hope you have fun at, whatever the hell you're going to," she says.
Totally killed the moment with that last part.
"Thanks Lex," I smile.
"Now get out of my room before Laser notices the music is still off," she demands.
I quickly run along the dirty floors of her room and into mine. All of my outfit is here, and I couldn't be happier. Curling my hair would look good with it too. But I better take a shower before I do anything else.