The Carepelli Summer

Chapter 8: Hi, Please Subscribe to RomanCapes

When I woke up, I groan, thinking that it was way too early to start a summer day.

The others probably aren't even awake yet, I thought, but then I heard the screams again (which seems to be what woke me up in the first place.

I get out of bed and open my door, wondering what the commotion was about.

"Adri! Did you use my makeup?!" someone screamed from one of the bedrooms.

The door from the other bathroom opened. "Wha do you shushpect meh, Al?" Adri whined, toothbrush in her mouth. Her hair was dripping with water.

"COS YOU'RE THE ONLY OTHER PERSON WHO USES MAKEUP AND MINE LOOKS RUINED!"

She took the brush out. "I actually know how to take care of them. Plus I don't usually put makeup on." She turned her head at me. "Oh."

"'Sup?"

She pointed at me with her brush. She looked like she wanted to say something but ended up replying, "School."

"Oh, right you still have that."

She shut the bathroom door before I could finish.

"MY EYE LINER IS MISSING!" A door opened and Alberta came out. "DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THAT... hey. Sorry." She had sohpisticated looking makeup brush in her hand.

I put a thumb up.

"What's up? Wanna come in?" She walked back in her room without closing it.

I walked in her bedroom and was very surprised. Her room was nothing like the guest room except for the large size. I don't know how exactly to describe the overall design except for one word: tumblr.

The 2 walls were painted light pink and the other 2 remained white (the overall color theme seemed to be gold, pink, black and white) and and there were hanging lights (like maybe the kind you'd have on Christmas trees?) hanging on the sides. When she saw me staring at them, she pressed one of switches by a bulb and the lights went on. The walls were full of posters with pinterest quotes. There was a picture of a younger her and hanging right beside it was a painting of that exact photo. The floor were wooden planks like mine, but hers were a darker brown, almost black that had a large white fur rugby her bed. It was messy in an artistic way. She went up to her makeup table which was even more messy and full of stuff.

"Oh, there it is," she said picking up her eyeliner.

I commented, "You own a lot of makeup."

"Are you judging?"

I laughed a little. "No. I just mean.. like.. whatever. It's kind of like my mom."

She nodded. "I hear about her. I see her in pictures and she seems cool. She's like the chill mom. She's older than my mom but she looks younger."

"She's really busy though, so I wouldn't call her chill."

"No I mean like, modern; hipster. My mom is so old fashioned. She doesn't get me that well," she rolled her eyes. Then in a mocking voice she said, "'With the money you use on clothes and makeup, you might have your own car buy now', 'You should be more like Adri; you should be more modest with less skin showing', 'Focus on your studies rather than your internet life.' Like ugh! I can't stand it!"

I laughed, "At least she thinks of you a lot."

"Why? Doesn't your mom?"

I sighed as I sat on the furry chair blob thing. "She does. A lot actually. She worries 24/7 like most moms. But.. she's busy. Like she'll say, 'hey, we should do this and that,' but knowing her busy sched, I know not to hope for much anymore."