Rosalyn Henderson loved her brother and mother and that why she hated how she felt trapped by responsibilities that someone her age shouldn't have. Because of those responsibilities, she was going to be trapped in this feeling of misery forever. It...
Lyn let out a high pitched giggle as she rolls off of Steve. "By the noises you made, I would say that I'm getting good at this." She smirks at her daze boyfriend.
"You're amazing." He looks up at the ceiling with a dopey smile on his face.
"Shit, Steve we're going to be late for the movies. Dustin is waiting for us." The clock on the wall alerts her. They jump out of bed and clumsily gather their clothes to put them on. She put on her purple lacey thong and bra. She picks up her blue plaid skirt and white camisole from Steve's bedroom floor and put them on. She put on her black peep-toe heels over her white lacey socks. She grabs Steve's gray bomber jacket from his closet and put it on.
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"Are you wearing my jacket?" Steve asks. Lyn turns around to see that he was wearing jeans, a white shirt, and a white and red jacket. He even manages to make his hair perfect again.
"It completes my outfit." She gave him a spin.
"It does look good on you." He leers at her.
"Don't give me that look. We don't have time for that." She shook a finger at him.
"You're right, we got to go now." He looks up at the clock and grabs his keys off the hook on the wall by his door.
"I have to fix my makeup and hair." She points at the mirror that shows her smeared makeup and messed up hair.
"You'll have to fix it in the car." He throws her purse at her and drags her to the BMW. While he drove to the mall, she was able to make her hair look like a styled mess. She was able to fix most of the make-up. Her eye shadow was darker and heavier than she would have liked. Luckily, it was the in look right now so she wouldn't get any strange looks for it.
Steve parks the car and they rush to the ticket booth. "Can we get two tickets to The Goonies for the 7 o'clock showing?" Steve slides the money under the glass window. They were regulars here, so he already knows how much two tickets would be.
"You better hurry the commercials are starting to play." He slides two tickets to them. "Enjoy the movie, Rosalyn." He gave her a big smile.
"Thank you, Carson." Lyn gave him a nod before pulling Steve into the theatre.
"I hate that guy. He has some nerve, every time he got to try to put the moves on you." He grumbled under his breath.
"Oh please, you don't get to complain when every female worker in here flirts with you. Speaking of which look it is Jennifer." She rolls her eyes as she mockingly said the girl's name.
"Hey Jennifer," He walks up to the counter.
"Hey, Steve you're usual?" She bats her eyelashes at him.
"Yeah, you know it." He nods to her.
"Who's the lucky girl tonight?" She nods over at Lyn, who had to grit her teeth to stop from reaching across the counter to slap her.
