Fizzy Heather is a socially awkward introvert, the leader of the no-make-up cult (if there is one), a caring daughter and a tried college senior. Oh, and she's a great friend.
Zea Martin has been Fizzy's best friend for eight years. She's supportive...
"Yes, almost, what about you?" I replied as I painfully brushed the tangled knots I have for my hair.
"I'll do it in the morning,"
"Zea, we're leaving tomorrow evening!" I exclaimed turning around, waving my hands, to emphasize my point.
"I'll do it, don't worry," Zea replied coolly as she picked her nails, showing no further interest in the subject.
I stared at her in disbelief.
"What?" she looked up staring back.
Nothing, I shook my head and turned around to put my hair up in a ponytail. That, ladies and gentelemen, is the hot-mess I have for a best friend.
I noticed Zea staring at me, her eyes darting down my height, from the reflection in the mirror. I raised my eyebrows in question as her eyes met mine.
"Are you actually going to wear that?" Zea scoffed as I frowned at my reflection. A petite girl with blonde hair, grey eyes and a small button nose wearing an oversized hoodie and black leggings met my gaze.
"I mean, no offence but . . . you dress like a middle age woman," she continued, oblivious of how her snarky comments affect my self-confidence and worth. I've grown used to it though. I've known Zea for eight years and over time I learned to just absorb her bitter words and not let them overpower me. I don't let them hurt me anymore as I know that Zea doesn't really mean them, it's just her way of showing 'love'. Right?
"It's our last year in college Fizzy, you'll be a shame to senior name if you continue dressing like that, doll up love," she sighed and gave me a sympathetic look.
"I like myself the way I am Zea," I replied shortly, not wanting to discuss the matter any further because I know that she would win anyways, arguing with her is exhausting.
"But you need to step out of your comfort zone too, I mean, you could apply light makeup or something, time to time, huh?" She smiled as she handed me her gloss, taking it out of her purse.
"But I am wearing chapstick," I cried taking the gloss reluctantly from her outstretched hand.
"Yes, to hide your chapped lips, that is," she laughed and I joined in.
I sighed as I applied a thin coat of gloss over the chapstick. I always make sure to put absolutely zilch makeup on when it is necessary as otherwise I always end up looking like a clown. Believe me, I've tried, multiple times, to paint my face over but I've only ever succeeded at making myself look like a plucked chicken, if anything.
Zea, on the other hand, has mastered the art of dolling and dressing up. She's always running behind the latest trends and fashion but I've never really cared about it much.
I have other priorities, you see; I need to keep my head in the game and mantain my grades. If I am able to pass my finals with honours, I could be given a scholar ship and this would help take off the burden of my fees off my mother's shoulders. I would finally be able to pay off her over-due loans and take care of her the way she has done for me, all these years.
I snapped out of my thoughts, patting my lips and returned Zea her gloss, pouting at her, showing it off.
"See, much better!" she clapped her hands as I slid my feet into my slides and took my backpack out of my closest.
Even though we've been together for almost a decade, I could never understand what goes on in her mind because she's so simaliar yet so different from me, its a miracle we've even worked out considering we're polar opposites of one another. Opposites really do attract, I guess.
I shook my head, smiling, before following her out of my room.
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