Sugar Rush

22- Whatever You Want Us To Be

22

Saturday came fast. Reese had been bothering me for almost every day since Tuesday- doesn’t she have work or something? Liam tagged along with her too. I miss the little kid. Yeah I’ve seen him every day but his antics have become limited to the shop now since he’s back with his parents. Bruce and Skittles have been oddly calm and quiet too. I guess I’m not the only one who misses him.

I wasn’t the dressed up type of girl. I could go out with a pair of jeans, shirt, and flip flops and I’m ready to go. However, this little get together of ours is a little bit special, just a little so I took out the first thing my hand made contact in my closet (I had my eyes closed for a little surprise to myself) and I happened to pull out a sleeveless collared baby pink top and a navy blue chiffon skirt that ended just on top of my knees.

Well, no.

I didn’t want to dress up so much for an event I don’t like but something in the back of my head told me that I should at least look presentable since I was going with Blake and I didn’t want to embarrass myself by looking like hobo. For once, I didn’t disagree. Looking bad in front of Blake was something I did not want to do.

My phone started ringing and I didn’t need to check the screen to know who’s calling.

“What’d you want now?” I asked sharply.

“Aw, is this how you greet me?” I could hear my sister’s voice as I tucked my phone in between my cheek and shoulder. “What happened to polite greetings?”

“Please.” I rolled my eyes. “This is your fifth call just for the day. What do you need?”

“I wanted to know what you’re wearing tonight.”

I raised my brow in suspicion, forgetting that she couldn’t see it. “And why is that? What are you planning now Reese?”

“I’m not planning on anything!” she denied. “I just wanted to know what my little sister’s choice of clothing for tonight’s event with your lover Blake.”

Event? More like a fiasco.

“He’s not my lover Reese.” I shook my head as I grabbed another item of clothing from my closet. This feels like playing stick your hand in blindfolded.  “And for your little curious mind, I’m not saying anything.”

“Beth come on tell me!” She pleaded.

“No.” I shook my head. “It’s for me to know and you to find out.”

She sighed. “At least tell me it’ll be something sexy. Oh! What about that green dress you have?”

What? “I don’t own a green dress Reese.” I only own like five or seven dresses and I’m sure as hell do not have a green colored one.

“Yes you do! Check, now.”

I rolled my eyes. I have such a demanding sister. I scanned my closet a few times before I saw a green dress hanging along with my other dresses. I pulled the dress out and after looking at it for a second, I wanted to put it back in immediately and hide it in the depths of closet.

There is no way I’m wearing that. Let me say it was a tight fitting- skin tight I may add, like my very own second skin- dress. And I’m pretty sure that I didn’t own that.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed. “Reese, how did you sneak it in my closet?”

“Maybe when you were busy eating on Wednesday night.”

“Well I’m not wearing it.”

“What?! Why?”

I rolled my eyes at her. “Reese, it’s a get together, not a club. There’s no way I’m wearing that.”