It's been a while since I've actually spent time with just the girls. During the summer we'd hang out more, but once the year started it's been rare for a girls night out. Esme held the last sleepover right before her aunt and uncle and cousins moved in, so her house is beyond crowded. Naomi volunteered her house knowing her mom would be cool with us being there.
"We can go watch a movie, get a manicure, and come home and watch scary movies!" Naomi shrieks from excitement.
We are hanging out in her decent size room. Her full-size bed stands against the left wall of her room. Pillows and bed sheets are pure white. Her walls are painted a dark grey and black, and white antiques hang on every wall. On the left side of her bed, she has her picture covered wall that takes people into memory lane. Dozens of pictures of us on our girls nights and so many of her and Noah. There's a white faux floor mat laying on top of the Brazilian cherry bamboo floor. Over the bed is a flat-screen TV and a speaker on both sides of the TV. There's a white desk on the wall in front of the door and it's piled with papers and books. I'm guessing it's Naomi's notes from when she was getting ready for midterms.
In the right corner from the desk is a white plush pillow and a small dog bed for Naomi's dog, Kirby. Noah gave Naomi a small pug for Valentines Day after her old dog, Chico, died. They were only dating for 2 months at the time, but they've been parents to Kirby for 8 months now.
"Movie and a manicure? I don't think we have a lot of money, Mimi," Esme says sitting on Naomi's plush white pillow in the corner of her room. Namoi rolls her eyes at Esme's nickname for her.
Mimi is a childhood name when not all the kindergarteners knew how to pronounce Naomi. She said it was cute for a while until she entered middle school and Becky Michaels mocked her all through seventh grade, taunting her and calling her Mimi. Since then she goes by Naomi.
"Evette, are you still going to the movies?" Her mom asks, popping her head into her room. Well everyone calls her Naomi except for her family. They always call her by her middle name.
Naomi is a spinning image of her mother. They share the same facial features and straight light brown hair. The only thing that Liv has that Naomi doesn't is her petite lips. Other than that they are alike from head to toe. Even in the old pictures, they have around the house I get confused on who I'm looking at.
"Yeah, the one that starts at 3:30. We have time to get ready," she says looking at her phone.
"Okay. Well, your sister is going to take you because I have to make some calls in the office. If you get hungry after just tell Daniel to pick you up a pizza or something," she says and walks out of the room.
"It's either manicure or movie, Naomi. I have bills to pay," Esme says.
"Chill! We can pay for the movies and snacks and my mom gave me coupons for free manicures at the spa. We have connections," she says laying on her bed. Esme and I look at each other and shrug.
"As long as we don't have to pay," I say and Naomi laughs.
"Of course. Come on, we have to get ready and I want to call dibs for the bathroom before Daniel or Victoria hog it until the movie starts."
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"It wasn't even scary!" Esme complains as she throws her tiny backpack on Naomi's bed. We are back home at 7:30 which is earlier than we anticipated.
"Right? The girl next to me kept screaming at every jumpscare!" I mention and we all laugh.
"Her boyfriend probably thought that she was the Nun with those faces she kept making," Naomi jokes and mocks the poor girl's face and we all bust out laughing.
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Salted Wound
Teen FictionAnastacia Flores doesn't live a perfect life, but she pushes herself into her education to have a bright future and become a teacher. She is loved and supported by her family, her boyfriend, Luis, and her best friends. Zamari Sabian is a deviant wh...
