Syniyah
June 13th, 2017
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3:01 pmI was watching as Jalice was throwing clothes all over thebplace trying to decide what outfit to wear to the Cat Show.
Me: Babe, I dont see why you have to look your absolute best.
Jalice: Seriously baby?
I shrugged.
Jalice: Because, once again, Zoe Matthews will be there! I can even meet her. What's she like?
I looked from the window to her.
Me: What?
Jalice: Im sorry, I shouldn't have asked that.
Me: Uh no. Its fine. Um...Zoe, shes...nice. Really nice. She's caring. She puts others first. Just dont get on her bad side, its not good. She's funny but nonchalant at times. She's smart and hates eating salad.
I chuckled to myself at the last part.
Jalice: Its like your in a trance with her. Your not like that with me.
Me: What?
Jalice: I've seen how you look when you talk about me, you dont have that look in your eye. But when yiu talk about Zoe, you have this look in your eye like she's your lover.
Me: She's not my lover. You are, okay?
Jalice: But that look.
Me: Look, you asked what is she is like and I told you. She's not my lover, babygirl.
She looked down while nodding.
Me: I love you, okay?
Jalice: I love you too.
Me: Good, now come give me a kiss.
She smiled while walking up to me. She syraddled me and leaned down placing her lips on mine.
5:03 pm
The valet opened out doors and we stepped out of the Sleek Black Ferarri, Jalice's idea not mine. She even wanted to match with the car. Except I didn't, which pissed her off.
Jalice: I cant believe you wore that.
Me: I can. This isn't really important to me. I'd rather be eating or something.
Jalice: I cant believe you.
Me: What?
Jalice: This is important to me so it should be important to you.
I just shrugged while moving a pieve of my flat ironed hair out of my face.
Me: I mean I still wore black and I even flat ironed my hair for this.
Jalice: Whatever.
I chuckled to myself. We found our seats inside the tent and I looked around. It was pretty neat. There were strung up angel lights at the top of the tent. It was a ling runway that was squeaky clean and was pretty long. There were alot of chairs and a table to the far left with many bottles of water. There was a sign on the far right that said restrooms and had a arrow pointing to the right which pointed to another aign with a arrow.
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The Fashion Designer
Teen FictionDisclaimer : This is a sequel to The Dancer. If you havent read the dancer, then dont read this book. I own no characters or videos.