So I slapped some gloss on my lips, attempt the whole mascara thing again, splashed a dollop of bronze shimmery stuff on my cheeks and ran a brush through my hair. It flopped into its usual position almost immediately. That kind of non-descript thing it did, it's wasn't really a hairstyle, it was more of a statement.
I walked over to my cupboard and started scrounging through my pile of shirts and found that one of Mackenzie's strappy top things has made its way into my clothing pile. I held it up and looked at it like it was infected with the plague. It wasn't one of her usual items that screams do me, I'm a slag. It was a simple white tank top, but still way to low in the front for me, and far to tight. Oh well, what the hell hey? I tried it on and then I almost did a double take...
I had boobs. Seriously, when the hell had that happen?
I was so transfixed by the mounds on my chest that I barely registered the door bell. It was only when my sisters shrill and mocking voice floated up the stairs that I even remembered that Jarrod was coming with me tonight. A stab of regret hit me. I wished I hadn't invited him. Not that he was a bad guy but....
"Maria, you're dates here!" My sister's mocking voice slammed into my room and I cringed. She'd just used the word date, I didn't want to give Jarrod the wrong idea here.
I rushed downstairs before my sister could do more damage by throwing words like "date" around. But when I reached the front door and saw the smile of Jarrod's face, I knew that her evil work had done its trick. He smiled up at me with such expectation that I felt completely bad!
"Hey!" I gave him a quick nod and he smiled even more. From behind me I heared McKenzie give a patronizing sounding "ooohhh". She was such a bitch.
"It's so cute that you guys are dating again." She flashed us both an icy smile that could refreeze the melting icebergs. Why was she like this?
I grabbed a grinning- from- ear- to -ear Jarrod by the arm and rushed out.
Chapter 14 - Mike
Brett had a thing for silent black and white movies. He's a total geek that way, he even has a silent movie club at school...it only has members. Sometimes I'll catch him with his iphone just filming the stuff around him. He's been doing it for about two years now, I often wonder what the hell he's doing with the footage- especially when I caught him filming Maria and I, which is pretty often. He's always talking about making the next great black and white movie.
So when I'd asked him to bring some entertainment for the night, I should have guessed he would have brought a whole bunch of them. 'Romantic' he'd said. 'Will get everyone into the mood'.
"What mood?" I asked.
"You know, the kind of mood where the mystery kisser confesses her undying love for you. If she's here, that is." Brett looked at me strangely and pointedly, as if he was teasing me...did he know who she was? Was it-
"Brenna?" I asked.
The mere thought shocked the shit out of me. Not to mention the fact it would be pretty damn awkward, especially since they're so close. They were born months apart and have always been attached to each other like twins, more so than Maria and her real twin.
But Brett just smiled at me. "It's soooo not her. Trust me. Honestly, she's not exactly your biggest fan.
"Why?" I was surprised.
"You're not exactly her type. Blonde, pretty boy. She's into dark, twisty poetry guys that piss my mother and father off... you know... the kind I want to hit over the head with something hard. Not that I can hit... and not that I don't want to hit you either sometimes for being such an idiot."
But Brett was still smiling at me suspiciously and I still got the feeling that he wasn't telling me the whole truth.
"Do you know who it is?"
He shook his head again, but the smile lingered.
"Oh My God. You know?"
He shrugged teasingly, "Maybe you just need to open your eyes a little wider."
"What the hell does that mean?" I wasn't sure whether he was teasing me for the sake of it, or whether he knew something.
I grabbed his shoulders, " If you know who it is, you have to tell me."
"Not a chance in hell."
"Fuck man, tell me. Please. I need to know." My heart was beating harder and faster with the possibility that Brett might actually know.
"Nope."
"Why you're being like this? If I were in your position I would tell you! What the fuck?'
"Hey. Chill. I didn't say I knew who it was. I don't know who it is, I just said you need to open your eyes. Starting right now...." He trailed off for a second before stepping forward to greet Maria who had just walked through the front door.
"Maria. Beyatch." The two hugged each other. "Shorty, you look smoking tonight. Yo, Yo!"
Maria laughed loudly. Brett had been listening to hip-hop lately- he was 'trying to broaden his musical sphere'. It's a weird combo, silent movies and Snoop Dog Puma Lion, or whatever his name is at the moment.
"Hey." She turned to me with a small semi smile. She looked different tonight.
"Give us a spin around," Brett said taking her hand and making her walk around in a circle.
On seconds though, she looked very different tonight. She'd put make-up on and was wearing.....
I almost did an actual double take. I'd never seen her in a top like that, she
