Art of Opposites

Chapter 6 ~ Dirty Dancing

Venice's outfit. (Again, just add a cast because it's literally impossible to find cute outfits on people with casts.) >>

"Don't break anything."

"Don't eat all my food."

"Keep your nose out of my business."

After James found out that Lottie was coming over, he decided to invite one of his friends over. To my house. Currently, I was laying down the ground rules.

"Stay out of my room."

"Stay out of my mom's room." I told him sternly. Hey, I didn't know what kind of stuff he and his friend were into.

"Ok! I get it." James said, holding his hands up to stop me. "Don't let you find out that we broke stuff and cleaned out your fridge." He finished, smirking. I narrowed my eyes and started walking towards him, but I was interrupted by the doorbell.

James hopped off the couch and ran to the door, flinging it open. He groaned when it was Lottie smiling at him, not whoever he had coming over. I, however, pushed past him and pulled Lottie into a hug.

"You have no idea how hard it is to spend time with that boy." I gushed, grabbing her hand and pulling her up the stairs. "Stay out of trouble!" I called to James before slamming my bedroom door shut.

"James Brody, huh?" Lottie asked me as she flopped down on my bed. I raised an eyebrow.

"You know him?" I wondered aloud. I supposed they could have gone to the same high school, but Lottie was so nice and James was so... not.

"Yeah, we both in what you could call the 'in crowd.'" She said with a shrug, making quotations around in crowd. My eyes widened.

"If your as popular as I'm assuming you are, why are you hanging out with me?" I asked her incredulously. Why would she want to even know me when she probably had a million popular best friends.

"Because silly, you're nice and funny, not to mention you most definitely need my fashion expertise." At that I giggled, but I had to agree.

For the next couple of hours we just watched Netflix and messed around. I learned that she loved to read books, her favorite show was The Office, and her ex-boyfriend had cheated on her with her ex-best friend.

"He did not!" I had gasped. I'd been through some stuff in my life, but that just seemed too cruel for a girl like Lottie.

In return, I had told Lottie about my life before I moved, and she surprised me by grabbing me and giving me a rough hug.

"You're so awesome" she whispered with her eyes wide, almost as if she couldn't believe what had happened. I just shrugged, I had learned a lot in high school, and I wasn't really good at holding grudges.

A couple hours later Lottie had convinced me to let her curl my hair and do my makeup. I was hesitant at first, but she had me when she promised me cookies later.

"Hey Lottie, can you go easy on the makeup? It's not really my thing." I told her as she was putting the finishing touches on her eyeliner.

"Sure thing V." She chirped before pulling my closet doors open. "Damn, maybe you don't need my fashion help after all!" She said. I rolled my eyes as she felt about every piece of clothing in my closet.

"You can thank my mom for that." I told her truthfully. "She does most of my shopping." She only nodded, going through my pants now.

"You can count on it." She held up a short black skirt and a red crop top. "Can I borrow this?" She asked.