The Makeover

13 | Of douches and scuttlebutting

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Chapter 13 | Of douches and scuttlebutting

It was just another mundane saturday morning. Or almost afternoon..my blurry eyes reminded me as they scooted over to the red revolving characters on the alarm board. I leapt out of bed hurriedly, dancing to the imaginary upbeat country song going on and on in my head. 

Last night, sliding the blinds close was one of the things that skipped my mind—the reason why I'm being attacked by the excessive rays of the golden sun shining directly into my room.

It felt really rare to get up in a happy mood. Or perhaps, I was just excited about the prospect that Isela was coming over today to spend some time together. According to her, "There's no harm in some girly time."

All the days of the week that felt to me like it ended in about five hours just seemed to be more interesting than the last. It's still amazing how fast people's distinct impression about me changed in a matter of days because suddenly I became utterly fabulous, super cool, fashion forward and drop dead gorgeous, trendy, sassy, with a remarkable social life.

It's crazy how I never believed that life would change for me and be so wonderful. It's like my personal fairytale bliss, something that I actually never believed in.

The main character would be such the loserest loser and then their once in a lifetime changing experience comes in form of something or someone else and they'd have a happy ending. It felt as if as soon as you think you need a magic shop, the door just opens.

For a second, I had one of those flash forward moments in life when you picture what you'd like your life to be like and then, like magic, it just happens!

I put on grey sweats and a pair of black shorts after untying my hair from it's ponytail, brushing it's length out to spawl over my shoulders. It's too soon to be having a bad hair day.

I walked groggily out of my room and contemplated on whether to head downstairs or to check out what Zeke was up to. I decided for the latter and crossed over to the opposite door on the hall that was his.

The door was half open but I jiggled the keys in the knob, to let him know someone was coming in. I wouldn't want my artless eyes to see something they do not want to.

You know exactly what I mean.

Walking slowly inside, I confirmed it was a safe place before proceeding. If anything, Zeke totally has taste. Before now, you might be thinking that all boys are messy, they dump their clothes here and there, they're too lazy to do their laundry and stuff...You gotta hold that thought right there. My brother's an exception.

He's one of those clean freaks, really. Everything in this room looked clean, spotless and shiny, everything is in it's place and smelt amazing. It looked like the definition of a safe head space.

The whole place smelt like zesty lemons and a sort of sweet smelling air freshener. I made sure not to touch anything as I walked towards his king-sized bed that he was currently slouched over.

He seemed lost in his own world as he didn't notice my arrival. I noticed that he and my mum had just come back from their infamous jogging trips that they seemed not to get tired of even though all they do is gossip about me. Only good things now I hope.

His lied over shirtless, folding his moderately muscled arms beneath his head, his black joggers hung low beneath his abdomen. A wad of sweaty unruly black hair straggled across his face and his long legs dangled below the bed.

He's attractive, I'll give that to him. Most girls would definitely kill for this kind of scene...that's why they flock around him like insects does sweet things.