"Oh my god! You look amazing!"
"I look okay," I say aloud thoughtfully as I examine myself in my vanity mirror. I was wearing a scarlet red chiffon dress that was shorter in the front and longer in the back. My brown hair cascaded down my back in curls, and Char was generous enough to just apply some red lipstick and a little eyeliner to make my eyes stand out. To top it off, I'm wearing open-toed black heels with a black clutch to match. I did look alright, but not compared to Char.
Char's wearing a tight-fitted strapless pink dress that ended about mid-thigh. Although it was a little too showy for my taste, and I wouldn't be caught dead in it, she manages to pull it off. She's straightened her short hair, and wore thick pink hoop earrings and- well, everything pink. Usually the amount of pink she was wearing would make me scowl in disgust, but she manages to even wear only one color and pull it off.
"Seriously? You can't deny that you don't look stunning!" she counters, sounding determined and exasperated at the same time.
"Not as good as you do though," I point out.
"We both look equally awesome," sHe exclaims, and I don't answer.
"Abigail! Kyle's here!" My mom calls from downstairs.
"Hold on a sec," I tell Char, then tread out of my room. I lean over the railing that overlooks the foyer of the house and motion for Kyle to come up. He looks good with dark-washed jeans and a black V-neck. I walk to my room and exclaim, "Prepare to be annoyed!"
"I'm surprised you actually dressed up-" Kyle pauses in the doorway and shifts his gaze from both Char and me.
"Who's this?" he inquires curiously.
"This is Char, my friend that I met at the Diner."
He cocks an eyebrow. "I see," he says without much thought, and turns to me. His eyes scan over me thoroughly and a small smile creeps onto his face, and I hold back the warm feeling that is trying to break across my face.
"You look. . ." he whistles lowly. Then he blinks, as if he cleared his head of something, and says, "Well we should head out. We want to be fashionably late, not stupidly."
I chuckle, and Char and I follow him out my door.
"Shotgun!" I yell as I jog over to the passenger door.
"I don't even know this guy. You think I'm actually going to sit beside him in a car?" Char inquires. Kyle looks a little aggravated, but doesn't say anything as we all file into his car.
As we start on our journey to this kid Jason's house party, I flip through the radio stations. I hear the beginning of a song I like and turn up the volume.
All I am, Is a man
I want the world in my hands
I hate the beach, but I stand
In California, with my toes in the sand.
Use the sleeves on my sweater, let's have an adventure,
Head in the clouds, but my gravity centered.
Touch my neck, and I'll touch yours,
You and those little high waisted shorts.
She knows what I think about, and what I think about.
One love, two mouths, one love, one house.
No shirt, no blouse, just us, you find out.
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Xander
Teen FictionAll she can remember is his harsh words before he left. How he never called, never visited, and she still felt guilty- as if it were her own fault. He left her in her most time of need. The thing is- she healed. Without him, she was able to...
