Breaking The Surface

2.First Time For Everything

"Bianca Flores if you do not wake up this instant I will spray paint your new bikini. I repeat, I will be sadistically spray painting your new bikini.", shrieked, I mean, said a bright and chirpy Tracy. Wasn't she just such a joy to be around?

"I'm up! I'm up! What's going on?", I groaned as I crept out from Blanky Land.

"I need to talk to you sister. It's like already 8:45 and you're sleeping. Do you not see my dilemma? We're going for Matt's bash tonight and I don't know what shoes I'm wearing. All the cute guys are going to be there and my life might just end. Thanks a lot for the support.", she greeted.

"We are?", I asked. "Oh, and good morning to you too, you little ray of sunshine."

"Shush! Get your outfit together. We're getting you a boyfriend tonight. I know just the guy - Josh! Oh and I think I might just have the perfect Steve Madden heels.", Tracy said with a sneaky grin on her face. Now don't get me wrong, Tracy and I are friends, but I don't trust her with these things at all. Who knows which bet she might win or what else may be at stake here, she may even be doing it for me to genuinely get a boyfriend, but with Tracy I'm willing to risk the chance. So I did what any sensible person would do - argue? Oh hell no, I gave her an uneasy grin and crept into my bathroom.

Over the week Tracy had painted a few of the walls bright colours and added a few more bright bits to the house alongside whatever my mom had arranged. Honestly, I found our apartment pretty cute. We even planted some flowers on Tracy's 'Organic Tuesday'. The house was white with pops of colour all over. There was the basic stuff every house had and then there were clothes, oh and let me tell you that there weren't just clothes, but all the clothes I had ever seen had not compared to Tracy's definition of a few clothes. They were everywhere. Scarves, lingerie, crop tops, track pants, hoodies, shirts, flannel, dresses, you name it. The girl had clothes for subzero temperatures for a school based in a tropical coastal region, genius!

She waded out of the mess as I sat in my towel on the bed drying my wavy brown hair. She held out a bralette, Michael Kors, with leather shorts, Topshop, and asked for my opinion to which I responded with the expected compliments. By now I figured that Tracy had figured that I had no idea on how to dress for parties.

"Why didn't you tell me jackass?", she said comfortingly.

"Erm, sorry your highness.", I replied reciprocating her high sentiments.

"Okay, that's enough with you. You've only hung out with me upto now and here I was guessing you were out meeting other people when I was away too. I'm going to push you into the social scene tonight with the perfect guy. Just trust me. This one's going to make up for all the parties you ever missed out on!", she said excitedly. And this sure as hell sparked the red lights because an excited Tracy is a dangerous Tracy.

"Sorry Bee, but tonight's dress-code for you is straight up slut. Deal with it.", she said giving me her my-way-or-the-highway smile. School started the day after and I didn't want to be involved in rumours, at least not already. I made a safe move by rolling my eyes and glancing at the sea of scraps of clothes I was in. Great.

"So what's it going to be then", I said as I threw off my towel and began pulling on some clothes. I became very aware of Tracy's eyes scanning my butt, which I didn't expect.

"Nice ass, I need your bum. I'm picking okay? Give me like an hour to narrow down to our options gurl.", she said all this as she pinched her very perfect bum whilst glaring at it in our full-length mirror.

"Whatever your Godly boobs say.", I said checking her out. I was slowly figuring out what having real friends was like. I had watched movies, tv shows, videos and read books etc. about friendship in the hospital, but I was starting to figure out the real deal with Tracy. I figured I'd make more friends my age soon enough once school started, which I had been looking forward to from the polite smiles and waves I'd exchanged with people who I knew would be attending school that year. Although I had heard rumours about a lot of them, courtsey Tracy, they all seemed nice enough.