The Makeover

14 | The harm in some girly time!

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Chapter Fourteen | The harm in some girly time!

Before I could step to into the living room to get the polished mahogany door, it slid open with a swooosh and Isela walked in at a slow pace.

She was dressed in her typical jean overrall and spiky ankle boot outfit, only now her hair was dyed blonde and slipped sideways in a disheveled manner that reminded one of Sabina in Charlie's angels.

The curves of her lips were squeezed in an uncertain expression as she looked back and forth within the living room space whilst she stepped further in.

"Hey!" I smiled and walked towards her with a big smile. As soon as her eyes met my voice, they set alight and finally danced with delight as we were eventually standing side to side.

"Girl!!" She squealed and pulled my frame into a vice-like hug.

Remember when I said that nothing about my life was normal?

Don't get your hopes up, nothing particularly dramatic happens, it's just an old mini-episode of Tom and Jerry!

Just then, It just had to happen, he just had to happen. Zeke just had to stride slowly down the stairwell, shirtless with a tousled ass hair that covered most of his face, as if he was putting on a show on some imaginary runway. God damn shirtless! Talk about the worst timing.

Since he seemed not to notice we were both standing across the room from him, he just bent his ram-rod like structure over to pick up something invisible to me from the table, flexing his spiffy ab muscles in the process.

There was such a deviltry light in his eyes that I couldn't help but leave in the possibility that he was purposely torturing her.

I cocked my head to the side and rolled my eyes before turning to Isela who appeared to be in a trance: a Zeke induced trance and maybe under a thunderbolt too.

Her ineffable, burning green eyes were wide open as they tailored his every movement. They looked totally unreal, exactly like those of anime characters while her face turned sallower and ruddier by the millisecond.

I hate to say it looked exactly like how I imagined Zeke's words earlier, 'grovelling at my feet with her big green eyes'. You see, Zeke seems to have this same effect on the female gender generally and I call it the 'Dicken' effect. It's his uncanny ability to sweep chicks off their feet without even trying.

But blimey...! Never in my wildest imaginations would I have thought Isela wouldn't be immune to it in the slightest. If I thought her eyes were on fire before, they're certainly ablaze now.

Ahem.

It took Zeke finally noticing us before Isela took her eyes off him, blushing like a tomato that had just been dipped into a curry. He actually looked shocked, like a cudgel had been slammed on his head as his eyes travelled from mine to her's but it was only a minute till his stone face shifted into that same wicked grin again.

I could tell he was revelling in the satisfaction that he had as a matter of fact caught my friend staring at him.

"Sup." Isela huffed haltingly like she was being mandated to acknowledge him.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Dude."

He raised the other eyebrow.

Someone get me a knife, I need to slice into the fog of tension hanging in the air-now! She actually called him dude? This girl is totally crazy - in the good way though. Only she has the master keys to keeping him on his toes. Is it wrong that I feel so happy that I would pirouette around this room right now if I could, at the fact that she was proving him wrong!