𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 ➝ 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 • 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧

𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐒 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 kitchen as Redbone, 'Come and Get Your Love' blasted from my earbuds. I was dressed in a pair of black compression shorts, a baggy grey zip-up sweater, as well as a black tank top. I grabbed a tub of chocolate ice cream from the freezer and set in on the counter before moving towards the blender.

Making sure all of the necessary parts were in place, I added two scoops of ice cream and a cup of white milk, before turning the machine on. Pulling open a bottom drawer, I grabbed a large spoon and began using it as a microphone for fun. "Come and get your love..." I mouthed quietly as I stopped the blender.

I unhooked the glass portion and began stirring the contents inside, making sure everything was mixed. Moving to another cupboard, I grabbed a glass and poured the milkshake into the cup before snatching a straw out of a mason jar that was set off to the side. I dropped the straw into the cup before making my way out of the kitchen unnoticed.

Taking two steps at a time, I finally made it back to my room and set my drink on the table. I unplugged my earbuds from my phone and connected the phone to a small portable speaker. I threw the speaker and the cellular device onto my bed before running a hand through my hair, realizing that I needed a shower before tonight.

I let out a small sigh before swiping a body and hair towel out of a drawer in my ebony dresser. I dropped the items onto the closed toilet seat before running a hairbrush through my dark and dirty hair. I stripped out of my clothes and dropped them onto the tiles bathroom floor before starting the shower, waiting until the room steamed up.

I had, maybe, an hour before the party started and guests began to arrive, which meant I couldn't take too long getting ready. I closed the shower curtain behind me as water rained through my hair. I grabbed the shampoo and massaged my scalp as the hot water ran over my body, burning for a second before fading into a relaxing bliss.

The song changed from outside and AC/DC, 'Back In Black' was now blasting in my room, echoing through the cracks in the bathroom door. I rinsed the shampoo out and switched to conditioner, running my product-covered fingers threw my drenched hair.

I grabbed the blue razor as well as some shaving butter and began working on my legs and armpits, making them less stubbly and soft for the party. Less then a minute after I was finished, I washed out the last bit of product in my hair and twisted the taps off. I pulled back the curtain and grabbed the hair towel so I could keep my hair out of my face.

I dried my body with the towel and applied lotion, making sure my body wasn't ashy and dry. Pulling on my clothes from before, I unhooked my hair towel and my damp hair fell around my shoulders. Wiping across the mirror, I dried my hand on the towel before starting at my reflection.

Honestly, I would see myself as a fairly attractive girl, but if I was compared to Nat... well, that was another thing. My eyes were soft and loving — that's what Steve always told me— and I had silky and healthy hair that turned platinum from time to time.