Almost You

Trusting Strangers.

Chapter 2

Trusting Strangers.

A sigh escaped my lips as Katelyn attacked my closet.

"What 'bout this?" She asked, pulling yet another dress out of my closet, running over and holding it over my body.

She didn't even give me time to answer when she sighed "Nah" and tossed on the ground. There were clothes and shoes everywhere.

"Whats wrong with theese?" I said, pointing to my favorite pair of jeans. I didn't really want to go to this club anyway, and I might as well be confortable. But of course, I couldn't let Adam down, he looked like an excited puppy dog when I told him that I would hang out with him.

Katelyn wrinkled her nose at them. Katelyn had been one of my best female friend, and of course, I couldn't ask Adam to help me pick out a dress. You only make that mistake once.

"No way. You're wearing this." She answered in that relentless stubborn tone she always sported. And she tossed a shimmering fabric over her shoulder, and it landed over my head.

I held it out to arms length, scanning it. It was a nice dress, I had no idea I'd even owned clothes like this. It was a purple, knee lenght dress with beading on the edge of the top. The dress was strapless, and a very defined waist line which made the skirt flow out nicely. I smiled, it wasn't half bad.

It was definitly Katelyn's style, which was a little different from mine. Katelyn wore alot of T-Shirts and loose jeans and a woven belt. My style was colorful and casual.

My thoughts were intrrupted when a pair of shoes were thrown at my head.

"Hello? Focus girl, get changed. Adam will be here in 15 minutes to pick us up." She said, facing the monstrous closet. A hand rested on her bony hip as she spoke.

I looked at the shoes, kitten heels. Of course, Katelyn lived for heels. I swear, she was religious about her heels.

Like a good little girl, I did as I was told. It was actualy nice to have some girl company for a change. I smiled to myself as I left the room, the shimmering fabric under my fingers.

I changed quickly into the dress, slipping the short heels on and going into the bathroom.

I did my own makeup, picking up the tiny brushes and crushing them into the color pads. I typically didn't wear alot of makeup, usualy some mascarra, lip gloss and cover-up for my terrible under eye circles.

But tonight, I managed to wipe on some purple eyeshadow, adding some more color to make it smokey. I slowly brushed on the mascarra, which was a definite yes for me, since my eyelashes were so painfully short.

Lastly, I pinned back my carmel brown hair, taking notice to the naturel blond and red highlights that the sun brought out. I quickly slid the bobby pins into place with ease.

I steped infront of the mirror. I had to smile at my reflection. The dress hung over my curves nicely and comlimented my tanned skin tone. I nodded in appreciation, it was no favourite pair of jeans, but it looked pretty damn good,

I heard a car honk and Katelyn pushed me out the door, she was wearing a white knee lenght dress, her dark brown hair hung past her shouders, perfectly straightened.

I tripped on the door frame in my inch high heels as Katelyn pulled me by the hand towards the stairs, I stumbled across the carpet, falling into Katelyn.