Purple Tips (My New Escape)

Nine

Its was the next day and we finished school and I'm at her house playing Overwatch on her computer in her room.

"Yo, we gotta get ready." Lane complained while laying down on her bed.

"Bitch, I'm in the middle of a game." I snapped while concentrating on my game.

"I will come over there!" She snapped back.

"HOLD ON!!!"

She comes up from behind me and puts her head on my shoulder and watches me play.

"Omg this is my best round! How have I not died...?"

"Because they are going easy on you cuz they feel bad~"

I smirk. "We'll see about that."

"We sure will~"

I continue to play and concentrate. I would always lose to this game but for this round I might actually have a chance with this character.
I practice a lot with her. Her name is Sombra and she has purple tips in her hair.

Lane stands up straighter. "Wow you might actually- aaaand you're dead."

My eyes widen. "AVNEK WHAT?!? ARE YOU KIDDING ME! THOSE FUCKING CAMPERS!"

"Watch the language!" I hear her dad call out. She laughs a bit.

"Its not funny!"

"It kinda was!" She continued to laugh.

I rest my head on the keyboard not caring what I press. "That was my best round...." I feel her hug me from behind. "Aww you poor baby." She says.

"You suck."

"Do I?"

"Good point."

She lifts me up out of my seat. "Can you go get ready now?" I stand and turn to face her. I have to look up because I'm short. "Fine... But I have nothing to wear."

"What size are you?"

"Medium."

"Your small."

"Shut up."

She goes to her closet and opens it. "Pick something out. You are my size and I already have my outfit for tonight."

I walk to her closet and rummage through some clothes. I pull out some overalls. "hOwDy pArtNeR!"

She looks at me. "Oh my God put that back." I laugh a bit and throw it back in her mess she calls a closet.

"Try....a skirt." She suggest. "Uh, I don't really wear skirts. I never have." I replied. "Well try it out and see if you like it."

I rummage some more and I find a black mini skirt and a red crop top. "Imma get dressed in your bathroom." She nods and I walk out.

I try on the skirt and to be honest, it looks really good on me. The red crop fit like a glove. I part and straighten my hair.

I walk back to her room and open the door to see her shirtless. "Sorry!" I close the door and stand outside of her room. "No, no, its okay! You can come in now."

I slowly open up the door and poke my head through. She was blushing from embarrassment and so was I. She has a shirt on now. I walk in fully to reveal my outfit.

She blushes even more. "Wow....GERL WERK!" She cheered. I do a cat walk and a twirl. I giggle a bit.

"Damn! You look so good." She smiles. "Thanks. You look good too." She was wearing some ripped jeans with fish nets underneath and a black halter top.

"You might need these," she says as she hands me some high heel boots. "You know, cuz you're short?" She smirks.

I snatch the boots from her hands and put them on. "I'm not that short." "Not with those heels you won't. You'll be as tall as me." I roll my eyes.

"Do we even know how to dance?" I ask. "Nah, but this is your punishment for having no talent in rapping."

I get up and walk around in the boots. I stumbled a bit but it was managed. Lane was wearing tennis shoes.

"What if I fall?"

"Don't worry, I'll make sure not to catch you."

"I hate you and love you."

I sit on the bed with her. "Still can't believe I lost."

"Girls! Time for dinner!"