Colliding Into You

Half A Milkshake

Hey everyone, this story is gonna be really good, it's set in England, where I am from in case you don't know. Please vote if you think it's good.

Although Rochelle's parties were so big, I wasn't that keen on going. Rochelle is pretty nice sometimes but always wants eyes on herself. Her glossy black hair is always tied up into different elaborate hairstyles everyday and her chocolate brown eyes are always delicately outlined and dabbed with eyeshadow. Her dark skin makes a great contrast to her colourful fashion sense.

I didn't have a colourful outfit on, I just a black cropped vest and tight leather trousers and white heels. I tugged a brush through my wild curls and placed a white hairband on my head to contrast with the ginger. I had hopeless hair. Springy, frizzy and ginger! The worst.
I hated my outfit, I liked the vest, it showed off my flat stomach, but those awful leather trousers. They squeaked uncomfortably and rubbed against my thighs causing hateful chafing. My poor toes were crammed and squashed into my heels but it made me look taller at least. I sighed in the mirror at my hopeless hair and tugged a brush through which evened out the curls.

As I brushed my phone started vibrating in my purse. I smiled at the profile and answered.

'Hiya gorgeous girl,' I called into it.

'Livy? Where are you? Sharon and Jess are already here and I don't like them, please hurry up, it's so awkward,' Rochelle whispered. Sharon is one of those toxic Barbies who give you a smile as sweet as sugar then an insult as sharp as lemons. Her and her friend Jess both smear themselves with that orange tanning cream and apply those massive eyelashes that weigh their eyelids down, making them both constantly look down on you.

'Don't worry, my Mum will drop me off very soon,' I replied, scrabbling my fingers about for my make-up.

'Thank you, baby,' she said "baby" in a childish voice, classic Rochelle. She always calls me baby, not in a girlfriend way, just a bit of banter about my height. I hung up and rushed a smoky eye and flick of eyeliner and mascara. I wrinkled my nose in the mirror, should I hide my freckles? I applied some concealer over some spots on my nose which hid most of my freckles, so to make it even I just hid the rest on my cheeks.

About an hour ago I golloped down spaghetti bolognese, but now I wish I hadn't, the strands of spaghetti clung to my stomach and the mince stirred around and around.

'Olivia, it's ten to nine!' I heard from downstairs along with the blare of the news on the TV and the clank of dishes being washed.

I grabbed my purse gave one last look at my reflection. I looked okay. I was skinny but not fit, I had a butt but it wasn't huge, I had boobs but they weren't really big, but I guess I couldn't help that.

Bounding down the stairs I called out to Mum in the kitchen, 'I'm ready.'

'Come here dear,' Mum pulled off her hot pink gloves and opened her arms for a hug. She had hair as curly as mine. When I was little I was terrified of the dark, so some nights I tiptoed into Mum and Dad's room and clambered onto Mum's side. She would hug me and wrap her finger around a lock of hair. She did it now as I hugged goodbye. Dad walked into the doorway of the kitchen in a dressing gown and gave a wonky grin at us.

'My two ginger nuts,' he chuckled and put his arm around Mum.

'You will be okay, love, won't you?' She looked at me sternly.

'Of course Mum,' I smiled back.

'Olivia, you know what I'm gonna say,' Dad pointed at me. I looked down to were he was pointing.

'What?' I covered my bare stomach. 'Mum says I can wear what I want.'

'I didn't mean that,' he rolled his eyes in a joking manner. 'You are shrinking by the day, you are way too skinny.'

'Scott!' Mum lightly hit his chest.

'I'm just saying she's gonna be freezing,' he outstretched his arms as he defended himself. 'You need fattening up Livy.'

'Oh don't be silly Scott,' Mum gave him another soft hit and raised her eyes at me before returning back to the bolognesey plates.

'Fat is a natural insulation of the body, it also helps you float and protects your muscles and-' Dad droned on.

'Scott, Olivia needs to go, she doesn't want to hear about fat,' Mum flapped her hands at Dad.

'Okay, but just to get you started,' he handed me a McDonalds milkshake. I felt light.

'Thanks Dad,' it was vanilla, my favourite. Although it was intended to fatten me up I was grateful.

'Well, it's err... half a milkshake,' he said awkwardly.

'Half a milkshake?' I repeated.

'Half a milkshake?' Mum turned and tutted playfully. 'Have a good time Livy,' she blew me a kiss.

'Bye Mum, bye Dad,' I kissed Dad on the cheek and blew Mum one as they both waggled there fingers at me as I left the house, sipping half a milkshake.