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" Hi honey !" 

"Hi mom , hi dad ." I return.

"So how's Hawaii ?" Brooke asks .

"Oh it's great sweetie , how are you guys holding up ?" Mom asks.

"So far so good ." Joan answers eyeing Brooke.

"So when are you guys coming back ?" I ask.

"Well I'm not sure why you guys would need us there , you seem to be doing just fine ." She doesn't want to come home , she always beats around the bush .

"Hey honey , I just got a call . The luau is about to start and there's pork." Dad yells from across their room. He is such a sucker for pork , that childlike smile dancing on  his lips tells it all.

"Gotta go , I love you my darlings ." Mom chirps in a British accent .
"Aloha ." Dad follows and blows us a kiss.

****

"Soooo , How'd it go ?" Brooke asks trailing behind me up the stairs .
"How'd what go ?"

"Your date with Lee."

"It wasn't a date , I was tutoring him ."

"Uugh , well did anything happen between you two ?"

"Nooo , was something supposed to happen ?"

"Yes ."

"Like what ?"

"You were supposed to be flirting with him."

"Yeah , well I couldn't do it .I was too nervous .Besides I don't know how to flirt ."

"You don't know how to flir- of course you don't why do even ask ."

"Not everyone can trick boys into falling for them like you."

"That is true." She smiles proudly .

"Well then I'll be your master ."

"You mean teacher?"

"No , master.you do whatever I say ."

" This won't end well ." Joan comments and goes back to the living room.

Why  not I have nothing to loose right ?

"Sure."

"Great , we start now ."  She claps her hands excitedly.

" I have homework ."

"Look , you want a boyfriend or not ?" She glares at me and in that moment I realize I'm not getting out of this.

"Come on ." She pulls me by the wrist and drags me to my bedroom .

" Okay let's see what I'm working with here ." She shamelessly walks to my closet and throws almost all my clothes into the floor .

"Hey quite that !"

" Oh my god , your clothes are worse than I thought ." Ouch.

"You've seen me wear them and they are not terrible okay , I like comfort."

" Well I couldn't tell you how horrible they were , now that you want a makeover , I can ."

"Why do I need to throw my clothes away , some of this stuff is really nice ." I say holding a pair of blue jeans .

"The only stylish clothes you have here are the ones I bought you last week." She looks surprised.

"Yeah so ?"

"You need to go all out ."

"Hey no we are not throwing that  away  grandma gave it to me for Christmas ." I say yanking the knitted sweater from her .

"Okay we won't throw that away ,but the other stuff has got to go."

"Seriously , you have like a million pairs of boots here and sneakers."

****

" How do you feel about heels ?"

"Ooh no , I'm not wearing those death traps ."

"You need to ."

"I don't know how to walk in them."

"I will teach you , don't worry ."

"I'm gonna go get my heels and we can begin ."

I don't know how I feel about this , do I really have to do all this for a boy .  A really cute boy with a childish smile  ,  eye's I could get lost in , hair I always want to touch but can't cause it's creepy ,?
Of course it is .

" I'm back , put these on." She throws her six inch heels at me .

"Hey you want me to loose an eye ?" I yell she doesn't seem to care .

"Put them on ."

" Okay okay , don't be pushy."

"Now walk so I can see what your doing wrong."

"Huh." I sigh.

"What is that." She asks shocked , hand palming her chest.

"It's how I usually walk." I answer right before I plummet to the floor.

" Oh no sweetie that won't do ."she shakes her head in disapproval.

"Look you gotta put some pizzazz into it , like this ." She starts to walk and she does have pizzazz , she doesn't even try.

"Okay ."I get back up to start all over again. I fall again ,no surprise there .

"You look like a newborn giraffe ."

"Words hurt you know."

"You have to want it !"

"I don't ."

"Well , we already started ,can't back out now."

*****

Long story short we did a montage of me walking and collapsing for an hour and her scolding me over and over again until my legs gave out .

Long story short we did a montage of me walking and collapsing for an hour and her scolding me over and over again until my legs gave out

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