Ode to Dusk

Chapter 11

I have decided to put off asking my parents about what I was. I figured I would observe their actions and see what happens. I should probably try to figure out what's going on and what I can do to deal with it before I go and tell everyone and have them think I'm insane.

It was morning, I just woke up and got ready a little bit ago. It looked like another beautiful day, I promised to spend it with Leila. I haven't told her about last night and I don't think I'm going to. I mean I don't want her to worry or anything. She'll probably laugh and call me crazy, she's the crazy one though.

I rummaged through my drawers, trying to find a decent outfit. I always try to look my best in public, it's a thing of mine. I mean if I want to catch any eyes I have to look good, right? I can't be looking like some nasty slob, that'll get me nothing.

I find a decent outfit, I'm gonna spare the details. Better to leave to the imagination than to tell right? Anyways I wore something I thought it looked cute. I brushed my clothes off making sure they were wrinkle free and ran them over with a lint roller. I'm obsessed when it comes to clothes.

I started down my stairs, as I was ready and Leila is a really impatient person. I better get to her room before she comes barging in like yesterday. Leila is a dear but she can't sit still for very long, not that I mind. I love that I have her bubbly personality to pull me out of a slump. And her boldness to push me out of my comfort zone whenever I need a shove.

I'm not a shy person usually. I have a pretty bubbly and spontaneous personality myself but compared to Leila in flat soda. And sometimes in the presence of other I seize up, and I can always count on her as a backup if feel like I'm not up to something. She brings out the next of me, any other reason why I love her so dearly. I would date her if we weren't the best friends, and if I could ever get myself to feel that way.

I don't catch feelings often, actually I have never really had a true crush. Don't get me wrong I do and have found people (of all genders) attractive, but I have never been romantically interested in anyone at all. In fact, although I have found people attractive looking I have never found myself really sexually attractive. Wow I'm rambling, going from walking downstairs to my love life like that.

I got to the hallway and the light was off. This wasn't a surprise, Leila doesn't leave her room from majority of the morning, unless she goes to bug me of course. I don't blame her as sleeping in is my life, I love sleep. But she is like something else, I mean that girl could sleep through a tornado.

I knocked on her door, hoping for an answer. I heard a groan from the other side of the door. Not a pain groan, nor like a 'I don't wanna be up yet' groan. I heard some shuffling around and I heard drawers open and close. It seemed like she was still getting up or something.

The door opened to reveal a fully clothed and ready Leila. She must've already have done her hair and makeup done because her makeup was on fleek for sure. I have never used on fleek before... It's awkward. She was beaming at me and idly seemed full of energy.

"You ready to go?" She said, suddenly having her keys in her hands. I looked at her confused.

"You got ready so quickly." I said. She giggled.

"I've been ready for the entire morning, I just happened to doze off waiting for your slow behind." She said, slapping me in the behind. I yelped.

"Please don't do that." I said, she smirked.

"No promises!" She said, holding out the s while she lifted her hand into a swatting motion. She grabbed my wrist and hauled me downstairs. "Okay so this is the game plan. We are gonna go shopping! I know how much you like clothes. Okay maybe we're window shopping because I couldn't talk your mom into lending us money. But hey, I saw the cutest little boutiques! They have their own district dedicated to them. It seems a lot better than anything at the mall."