Unsaid Things

Chapter 14

*Eleanor's POV*

Isabelle and I are sat on my couch watching Walking Dead and normally she would be fully emerged into the zombies and Daryl Dixon's face, but she's just smiling to herself with a gaze out the window.

I jump as my phone begins to ring startling me, I reluctantly answer it knowing I will have to talk to another human being.

"Hello?" I say rolling my eyes and propped myself up on my elbows.

"What did Isabelle do to Phil?" I hear dans voice making me sigh in annoyance.

"I told you to not call me, it's weird." I sigh annoyed.

"What the hell did Isabelle do to Phil? He's acting weird." Daniel say sternly.

"Why do you assume Isabelle did anything to Phil. Phil's just naturally weird." I defend.

"They were hanging out." Dan retorts.

"Oh bullshit." I say in shock.

"Actually... Isabelle is acting weird, she's not all giddy about Walking Dead." I mumble sceptically glancing over at my pink haired friend.

"See! This isn't a random coincidence!" Dan exclaims.

"Daniel, I'm not playing Sherlock with my mortal enemy. Goodbye and do not call me ever again." I say sounding quite fed up and hanging up.

I hear a ding from the opposite side of the couch and avert my attention to the loud noise, I see Isabelle look at her phone and snap her head to me with a smile on her face.

"Hey, can we go to Sarah's party tonight?" She asks giddily.

"But Sarah's a whore and we always spend Fridays watching anime and going through tumblr together while we eat junk food." I fake frown raising an eyebrow.

"Oh come on! Please I really don't feel like tumblr and anime tonight." She pleads.

"What have you done with my Isabelle you imposter." I say shocked jaw dropped.

"Oh shut up, you have no choice. Now let's go get ready for the party." She smiles rolling her eyes and pulling me off the couch making me groan out loudly.

She drags my up the stairs and into my bedroom to get ready for the party but in seriously just going to change my shirt and shoes.

"Should I wear a dress?" Isabelle mumbles digging through her bag.

"I'm just going to accept that you are a robot, if you are to wear a dress." I sigh with a small smile.

"Go change." She demands.

I just groan loudly and trudge to my closet and begin digging through it. I finally just decide on throwing on my pre-ripped grey jumper, I just leave my jeans and throw on some leather wedges.

I turn around and see Isabelle in a dress with the bottom half black laced, the top white with palm trees, and spikes flats. I feel very underdressed.

"Holy shit dude! You look like a model!" I gape walking to the mirror with her.

"Awe thank you, did you put on wedges for me! Awe baby!" She says in a baby voice pinching my cheeks.

"I hate you now." I scowl with a slight laugh as we walk to the mirror and begin with thee makeups and thee hairs.

I just end up throwing my hair into a French Braid and reapplying my eyeliner, Isabelle had curled her hair and done a subtle but amazing makeup job.

"Do I look okay?" She says facing her head to me and biting her lip.

"Dude, you look like you should be in Milan at a fashion show. I look like a fucking peasant but that doesn't matter." I say giving her a reassuring smile.

"Thank you, but you look like a fierce peasant." She laughs.

"Thanks queen, now let's go." I laugh walking out my door with Isabelle behind me.

I almost fell down walking down the stairs on the way to the door, this is why I dont dress up ever. We walk to the front door with me using all my concentration not to fall while Isabelle just struts it.

♢Hello, I hope you liked it. I thought it sucked but it was a bit cute. Xoxo-Cayden♢

Picture: the girls outfits (made by us)