Barbie Transformation

It's Natural.

(A/N: I love writing this book so much but the only thing is it feels like I'm only writing it for myself... Only three people read this book... :( This chapter is kind of boring. It will get exciting soon, I promise.)

Dinner was uncomfortable. Beaula kept glaring at me from across the table, even stabbing her ravioli while looking at me- it was quite intimidating. Loyd kept winking at me and perving at my chest. Gross. Hunter seems like the only normal Grey sibling.

It’s around nine o’clock now. “Do you want to stay over tonight?” Hunter asks and I smile, “If it’s not a problem...”

“Of course not.” Hunter insists and we take a seat on the couch. “Where will I sleep?” I ask and Hunter smirks, “In my bed.”

“With you?” I question, surprised and he nods with a grin. “Oh no you don’t. You two aren’t having sex while I’m here.” Loyd says loudly and Beaula laughs.

My eyes grow wide, “We aren’t going to have sex!” I exclaim, horrified. “Sure you aren’t” Loyd scoffs and I roll my eyes.

“She can sleep in my room.” Beaula offers and my eyes bulge. What?

“I’m not sure that’s such a good idea...” Hunter begins but Beaula sends him a deathly glare and crosses her arms, “Why not?” She questions.

Hunter shrivels under her stare- he’s not the only one who fears her. “You’re not very likeable.” He says honestly and Beaula snorts, “Yes I am. Do you like me Emmerson?” She asks with a hint of venom in her voice. I give a small shrug. No, no I don’t. But I’ll shrug so I don’t have to face her torturous glare. “See. I might not be nice, but I’m likeable.” She says sassily and walks into her room. I stare at Hunter with an unsure expression which he returns with a concerned expression. Beaula pokes her head outside her bedroom door, “Emmerson, hurry up!” She directs and I scramble up. I walk into her room. It’s filled with dark purple and black items. I quite like it. Her bed is quite big though.

“We can share the bed.” She instructs and I smile. I thought she’d make me sleep on the floor. I’m also glad we’re kind of getting along- at least she doesn’t hate me, right? She senses my happiness and frowns, “Just because I’m letting you use my bed doesn’t make us best friends or whatever. We’re nothing alike.” She says crudely and I roll my eyes, “You think I didn’t notice? I don’t expect us to be best friends, I knew from the beginning that you didn’t like me so let’s just stick to reality.” I exclaim and she gives a tiny smile, “You know, I expected you to be some blonde bimbo that only wanted to use my brother. When you pushed Loyd out of Hunter’s room, I thought that was pretty clever. I never said I didn’t like you.” She says nicely.

I smile.

“You should really fix your hair up. Maybe dye it purple, it would look good.” Here comes the usual Beaula again... “I like my hair colour, it’s natural.”

“It’s natural” she mocks and I roll my eyes. “Do you have PJ’s I can wear?” I ask and she nods. She digs into her draws and pulls out some black shorts and a white crop top. I thank her and quickly go to the bathroom and get changed. We’re the same size thankfully but I do notice her shorts are quite short. But oh well...