Love's Complex

Chapter 2

Entering my room, I dropped my bag beside my bed before getting changed into some comfy clothing.

Checking the time I nearly fell out of my seat to catch a glimpse of the clock on my bedside table. Deciding to just relax a bit, I plopped onto my bed and took a couple of bites from the sandwich I brought up. Taking my laptop out, I power it up to look through some YouTube videos to entertain me.

"Nai! We gotta go, the appointments in an hour!" I heard Fayre shout, probably from the living room.

"Wait a second woman, I'm doing something!" I shouted back fully knowing she was gonna storm up.

Three, two, one...

The door slammed open revealing the devil herself wearing what looks to be an orange dress that goes to midthigh with a black jean jacket overtop. She just looked at me unimpressed. I was sitting on my bed, in my pajamas, sweatpants and a large t-shirt with my laptop in my lap which I continued to look through.

"You should know by now I can get ready in ten minutes and the place is a 30 minute walk from here, quicker if we were to bike, which we are, though I have no clue how you're going to ride a bike wearing that, just stop worrying," I stated without looking back up to the girl who I could see was approaching me from my peripherals. Mentally bracing for what she was about to do, I sighed and placed the laptop on the bed beside me.

Suddenly I felt my legs were grabbed by my ankles and abruptly tugged in the direction of my dear friend causing me to be forced into a lying position with my legs being held in the air by said girl.

I couldn't help but groan out from the odd and sudden movement but forced myself up to lay on my forearms to look at the girl in front of me.

"You're getting ready now. We have a few places to go today and some friends of mine are also looking for another roommate so we're going there too. You need to make a good impression," Fayre whined. "I'll pick out our outfit even, and help you with your makeup, all you have to do is cooperate. Sit here and look pretty like normal."

I continued to just glare at her.

"Naila, please, I won't even touch your hair," She pleaded. At this point I don't even understand why she was wanting this so much, she usually didn't care what I wore, as long as it was appropriate for the occasion and this didn't seem like a very noteworthy event.

Rolling my eyes I finally conceded, "Fine, but no hair and I choose the shoes."

Fayre just smiled and ran towards my closet.

Sitting up I watched her scan through the drawers of shirts and pants, looking at the odd dress hung in the wardrobe when she finally picked out a cropped black halter top with a bit of lacing going up the back, paired with a pair of turquoise faux leather pants. I liked the outfit but I'm not exactly comfortable with showing skin, the bacne scars on my back, including my shoulders, and the eczema scars over my arms made me a bit self conscious. Though my biggest problem was the fact that the shirt was cropped and although the pants are high waisted I wasn't entirely comfortable with it.

Im not exactly the skinniest person I know, Im not fat either but I am just a bit overweight and it shows; thats not to say being overweight or too skinny is a bad thing, I'm just ridiculously self-deprecative. Ive never been fit, even when I was younger. I was a "little chunky" as my mom would say but I was never picked on for having a bit more fat on my body.

Ever since I met Fayre, shes been trying to make me feel more confident in my body and stuff, always giving me clothes she'd love to see me in but never forced me to wear them.

Now the halter top, I love but I always wore a scarf or a jacket over top and seeing as she gave me neither Im suspecting she wont be allowing me to wear one.