The One

Chapter 5: Pillow fights and parents.

Alyssa's P.O.V

"Nah." I threw the blue skirt to one side of my room, where some other discarded clothes were already making a small pile.

We had been going through clothes for about 25 minutes now and even I knew I was giving  them a hard time choosing an outfit.

To be honest, the clothes were either too short or tight and very attention seeking- courtesy of Shannon- or too outrageous or colourful and also attention seeking-courtesy of Rowan.

Then why do you have them?  You might ask.

Simple. My mother. She's an ambassador for a communication service company so she's never really around because her job takes her to different countries. So each time she's in a new country, she tries to make up for her absence by buying both Ivan and I clothes and some other cool stuff, like gadgets for Ivan, make up for me and sometimes money. Lots of money, actually. Sometimes, I wonder if she even looks at the numbers she scribbles onto the checks before she sends them.

"Uh-uh."

"No way."

"Seriously?" I asked in in disbelief when Rowan held up a peach bikini swimwear.

"I wanted to know if you were actually paying attention." she shrugged and flung it to the clothes pile.

"How 'bout this one?" asked Shannon. She held up a red gown with an unbelievably long slit.

When did I even get that?

"Well, if you're trying to make me into a hoe then it's perfect." I answered with sarcasm. She rolled her eyes and threw it to the pile.

Rowan snickered. "I think you'll like this one, though." She held up a lemon and red turtle neck and a blue skinny jeans with one too many rips.

"Okay, I'll take the jeans. That turtle neck's gotta go. Hurry, the colours are blinding me." I motioned my thumb towards the pile.

"Try this." Shannon flung a piece of clothing at my face. I caught it easily. It was a cream coloured off the shoulder top and was the simplest clothing Shannon had brought from my closet.

I smiled. Comfort is always my number one priority when it comes to well... basically everything. "I like it. I'm sold."

"Finally! I thought we were gonna have to raise Joan Rivers from the dead." Rowan deadpanned and dropped the turtle neck.

"Your sarcasm isn't appreciated. And next time, if there ever will be, I'm picking my own clothes. Capiche?"

"Yeah, yeah, buzz kill."

I whipped my head around. "Who said that?"
They both ignored me and avoided my gaze.

"Okay then," I smiled evilly, grabbing two throw pillows from my bed while they weren't looking. "I guess I must have... imagined it!" I yelled and pounced on the two unsuspecting girls, whacking them all around with all my might.

"Pillow fight!" Rowan shouted.

Soon all other sounds were blocked out by our extensive squealing, screaming and battle cries. Although the battle cries were mostly from me.

My bedroom door flung open almost immediately after my fifth battle cry.

"What's going on? I heard screaming com-" I threw a pillow at Ivan's face before he could complete his statement.

"Hey! Watch the hai- Oh, hey ladies," he smiled and regained his composure when he noticed Shannon and Rowan in my room. "and Alyssa."

"Hi, Ivan." they chorused.