Barbie Transformation

You're mine and I'm Yours.

My eyes go wide- that’s his sister? They look similar and sure enough, Beaula is as good looking as Hunter, but why has she dyed her hair blue? She must be going for that bad-girl look, am I right? I would have thought she’d have brown hair and hazel/green eyes? Beaula’s eyes are a dull grey, though. Weird, huh?

I look at Hunter quickly with an inquisitive look, “That’s really Beaula?” I ask and he nods, “Yes.”

“You kinda look similar but your eyes and hair are different.” I observe and he nods, “Yeah. Apparently Loyd thinks that Beaula looks too much like our real mother, so he forced her to change her hair. Loyd says I got my eyes from our father, but I don’t really care. They weren’t even parents to me.” I nod my head in understanding.

“Interesting.” I state and Hunter grunts, “Not really.”

Beaula walks back into the room and she looks at me in question, “Why are you still here?” She queries, looking directly at me with a piercing gaze. “Beaula, chill out. This is Emmerson, my girlfriend.” He introduces and I greet her with a small smile. This is the first time he’s introduced me to someone since we admitted our feelings towards each other. When he mentioned the word girlfriend, it actually felt real- unlike all the other times. Her eyes go a little wide and she observes my features. I don’t normally feel self conscious, ever, but under Beaula’s gaze, I feel self conscious and intimidated. It’s like she’s scrutinizing for flaws.

She squints at me and turns to Hunter, “You never go for blondes.”  My mouth drops open a little, that’s her greet? Wow, nice to meet you too! We’re going to be besties! Woohoo...Not.

Hunter rolls his eyes, “If you’re not going to be nice, don’t say anything at all.”

She scoffs, “I’m never nice.” She glares at me and I feel like that sentence was directed right at me. I blink a couple times at look at Hunter with an uneasy expression. He notices my discomfort and sighs, “I’m sure Emmerson can tell...” He remarks and she rolls her eyes and walks into the kitchen.

Hunter grabs my hand and we walk into his small bedroom. It’s filled with black and white items- simply simple. Me likey.

“Sorry about Beaula... She doesn’t like the idea of ‘boyfriend and girlfriend’, she thinks it’s a waste of time.” He rolls his eyes and flops onto the bed.

“Oh.” I sigh in relief when I realize Beaula isn’t here to judge me any further. “Maybe she’s been through a bad break up? I’ve never met anybody that doesn’t want a relationship.” I suggest and Hunter shakes his head.

“Probably, I don’t know. She never talks about stuff like that- just keeps it all inside.” He shrugs and I frown, “You two don’t get along?” I question and I shakes his head again, “Nope. I don’t really get along with anyone.” He replies quietly and I tilt my head to the side, “Why’s that?”

“I’m very good at judging people. If I don’t like a person, I never will. That’s just how I am.” He says casually and my eyebrows perk up, “You like me, right?” I ask and he laughs, “Of course I do.” As if saying that was a stupid question to even ask.