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Chapter 1.) Not Ending Well Part 1

I tried to call her back but she wouldn’t answer. This cycle continued for two more times and then I just tossed my phone onto the couch.

                “I guess I could take a break.” I muttered to the empty living room and then walked through my apartment to my bedroom. Amelia had given me about twenty minutes so I decided to take a shower so she wouldn’t bug me about it when she got here. She would most likely be picking out my outfit so I didn’t worry about that as I grabbed a towel and washcloth out of the closet and went to my master bathroom. The bathroom was the just about the same size as my bedroom and it was something I took pride in.

                A large, oval-shaped bathtub covered the whole back wall and a large three-person shower was in the left corner next to it. My very costly but very well-made sound system sat by the shower so I could control it easily. The color scheme was simple as well: black, white and silver.

                I sat my towel and washcloth down on the ledge next to my shower door and began to strip out of my pajamas. They didn’t consist of much though: a black tank top and red mini boxer briefs. My button-down over shirt was lying across my desk chair. I had turned the shower on before ridding myself of my clothes so it was already warm by the time I stepped in and locked the door. I had the workers install a control panel against one of the walls so I could frost the shower doors when I wanted them to be and it also controlled the sound system via Bluetooth and Wi-Fi.

                ‘Since today is Saturday, we listen to rock music.” I muttered to myself and checked it off of the list. I had a certain genre of music for each day of the week. An old band from my early childhood came on, ZZ Top, and started to play Sharp Dressed Man.

 

I sung along as I washed in my blueberry shampoo and grabbed my razor so I could shave. Once my skin was smooth and all of the unwanted hair gone, I washed out the shampoo and put in my vanilla conditioner.

 “Morgan!” someone yelled from my bedroom. The only person who had a key was Amelia so it had to be her.

 “What could you possibly want?” I yelled back as I quickly washed out the soap in my hair and my body and then turned the water off. I then simply turned down the music, which now played a song from Snow Patrol.

 “I want you to get your sexy butt out here so we can get you ready!” she said back.

 “What could possibly be doing to me?” I questioned as I wrapped my towel around my body and walked into my bedroom.

 Amelia was in a pair of lacy black short shorts and a sheer white top. She paired it with a black bra, a black crop-top and black Vans. Along with that, she also had a white slouch beanie covering her mass of curls. Three shopping bags and two shoe boxes were at her feet.

 “I’m going to get you a man.” She smirked wickedly at me.

 The first thing she did to me was paint my fingernails and toenails a metallic silver color.

 “They’ll match your outfit.” She claimed at then proceeded to clear coat my finger nails. The process lasted about half an hour, but she let me work on my story so I was happy. I finished two pages by the time she began to work on my hair.

 “We’re going to have your hair in very loose curls. It’ll go with your hat.” Amelia said as she turned on my curling iron and then set out searching for something in one of her bags.

 “What’re you searching for?” I questioned as I put the finishing touches of the paragraph I was working on.

 “I’m finding a thing of bobby pins, a hair clip, a hair bow, and your undergarments. I will not allow you to leave in a towel.” I laughed out loud at that one and she smiled in amusement.

 “So you’d let me leave in my underclothes?” sarcastic logic got the better of me on that one.

 “Hey, if it gets you laid.” She retorted.

 “And I thought you liked me for my personality.” I fired back and busted out laughing.

 “Anyways, put these on and then get back out here so we can do your hair finally.” She tossed me a little Victoria’s Secret bag and ushered me into my bathroom. Sighing, I closed the door and set the bag on the counter.

 “AMELIA!” I screamed right as soon as I found out exactly what she wanted me to wear.

 “What?” she questioned me innocently as she opened to door.

 “I am not wearing these!” I held up a pair of black, lacy, sheer black undies and a push-up black half-sheer bra.

 “Why not?” so she was going with the innocent approach again.

 “Because it’s…it’s…it’s weird!” I stuttered through my explanation.

 “Nobody will see it for most of the night anyway! What does it matter?” an evil glint appeared in her eye.

 “But…fine, I’ll wear them!” I kicked her out of the bathroom and closed the door. Two minutes later, I was back in my bathroom, a towel covering my half-clothed body.

 “Now sit down so I can do your hair.” She pushed me down on my director’s chair in front of my vanity and got to work.

 An hour later, she had all of my hair in loose curls and twisted it to the side of my head. She had clipped them with the one clip that she bought that morning.

 “I love it!” I exclaimed as I ran my fingers along the masterpiece that was my hair.

 “Good, now go put on your jeans and tank top and then I’ll do your make-up. I still need to get ready too!” I was honestly excited for tonight now so I grabbed the outfit and went back into my bathroom. The jeans stuck to my curves in all of the right places and ended right at my waist\hip bones. The tank top had a plunging front-line and a lacy back. Once I was all dressed, I looked quickly in my full-length mirror and checked it over.

 “Damn, I look good.” I then smiled a little and headed back into my bedroom for probably the fifth time.

 “Damn, I did great.”

I will edit it all once I put up a few more chapters.