Trickery and Ice

The Day I Kissed

It was a sunny Thursday when I decided to tape the water hose onto our doorframe to fake rain. It’s these times where I don’t know if I should be happy or sad or angry or anxious. I guess it depends on the person or my mood in general.

I sighed and karate kicked Merida’s door open. She was currently on the process of braiding her hair up and was putting some white stuff on her face. No it’s not cum. Please for the love of God, it’s early in the morning for stuff like that.

She turned around and smiled. “Hey Weasley want some hand-me downs?”

“You’re the born redhead and if you’re question is still valid then yes. I am actually looking for some clothes to wear today.”

I sat on her bed and crossed my arms. She noticed this and stood up and went straight to her closet. “What do you want?”

“Something for revenge.” I shrugged as I approach her.

She looked at me doubtfully as if she’s asking me if she heard it right. So I nodded and she just shrugged and continued to rummage through her dozens and dozens of clothes in return.

“Who is it for?”

“Mikey.” I muttered bitterly.

She stopped for a moment and looked at me with wide eyes. “Mikey I-am-okay-even-though-you’re-four-years-younger-than-me Way?”

I nodded and looked down. She noticed this and patted my back then continued to search for some clothes. You see, Merida happens to be the Goddess of Comebacks and similar shit because every time somebody dumps her or cheat on her; she always comes back looking incredibly gorgeous and stunning with bloody revenge written on her eyes. Heck, she made her exes’ aftermath a living hell. Not that it’s not hell when it was an ongoing relationship. Just need to make a reminder about that.

When she finished pulling out different garments, she gave it to me and literally pushed me into the bathroom. I hissed and cursed her while I’m putting every clothing she gave. It was pretty dangerous I guess. I can see the provocative side on the horizontal cuts at the back. The red and black checkered jeans are great too. But the heels take the nonexistent crown. It was black and spiked and just unexplainable.

I put them all on and went outside to model it for Merida. She seemed pleased and proud about it so she insisted to do my makeup and my hair. I hesitantly agreed since the outfit is enough to give me chills. I mean how much more from the makeup and the hair? I might look like a prostitute from now on. But at least I would look like a high-end prostitute. Fuck yeah.

She started to put some eyeliner on me then some bloody red lipstick. She said red lips make a bold statement but what’s bold if you know that’s going to be smeared when you start to suck a guy. Not that I’m horny at the moment, just being honest.

Once done with my face, she moved on to my hair where she teased, sprayed and combed it to perfection. When she was done, I looked at the mirror.

And damn, isn’t that a beauty.

I spun around, happily enjoying the sight before I bid my goodbye and grabbed my leather jacket. Besides, people aren’t meant to see this in school or God knows what happens inside their jeans (and minds). Or maybe just because I’m still quite conservative and shy about walking around school with an outfit like this.

I sighed and opened my car waiting for Anna to come down. Fortunately, she did and smiled at me. I returned it back and made some sandwiches on the go since we’re both late and I’m craving for some bread.

When I finished, we both rushed to the car and drove away while we eat our sandwiches.

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