For the next two weeks Jayla and I work crazy hard on the costume designs. I'm not the best artist so I had to hire the little booger Kyle as my artist. He may be annoying but his drawing skills are amazing, and in return all I have to do is pay him candy bars every two days.
I made sure to incorporate the boys personalities into their outfits. For Prod I used some graffiti designs inspired by Chris Brown, for Roc I used a chain link on his pants and embellishments on his jacket. For Ray I used alot of intricate patterns on the pockets and shirt and for Prince, I used a lot of studs and buttons, also adding an leopard print P on his jacket. I can already imagine his face lighting up when he lays his eyes on it.
I watch as Kyle sketches out the studs I want on Roc's jacket. I can't wait to see what it looks like once its really created...if I do get chosen that is. I have to enter my designs by tomorrow and then I just have to wait to get that amazing email confirming that I've won the contest.
"Alright Kacey, I'm done." Kyle says, wiping off the eraser shaving from the paper. He holds the papers up to his face and gazes at it briefly before turning it around so I can see the finish products. I take the papers from him and stare at them with adoration. It's crazy to see all my ideas...and Jayla's...all sketched out and put together.
"This look so cool, thank you Kyle." I say to him, which is a sentence that will probably never leave my mouth again. Kyle and I fight too much to thank each other for anything.
"No problem, I'd like to see someone top these." He says with a cocky smirk, his brown eyes twinkling proudly. I chuckle and shuffle through the designs for each boy once again.
I land on Princeton's design and smile, I can't believe how well these came out. They're even better than I imagined. "I can't wait for Jayla to see these." I say, pulling out my phone to text her.
"Um pause yourself," Kyle snaps at me, snatching my phone from my hands. I look up at him with furrowed brows and a frown. "Pay up first."
I roll my eyes and reach on my nightstand to grab his king size snicker bar. I throw it in his lap and snatch my phone back from him, "Here dummy. You're going to get cavities from the amount of candy you've been eating these past two weeks."
Kyle smirks at me and stands up, tearing open his candy bar and taking a bite before talking with his mouth full. "Well I guess that makes two of us with screwed up teeth and an ugly appearance."
That one hit hard. I've always been bullied for my braces and glasses in school, so to come home and be made fun of too hurts even more. I scoff and jump to my feet, I slap him hard in the back of his head before opening my room door and pushing him out roughly, he stumbles on his way through the door and I slam it closed behind.
"Kacey stop slamming doors!" My mother yells at me. I shake my head and pick up the paper from the floor before placing them in a protective folder so they don't get ruined. Slamming doors in Kyles face has been going on for years now, she should be used to it by now. My hands shake a little as the anger slowly deflates from my body. I still wonder why my parents couldn't just stop at one child. I'm the whole package, why would they want a snot nosed little boy running around too?
I quickly text Jayla telling her that the designs are done before I stand up and look in the mirror at my tangled frizzy brown hair and my dark brown eyes, hidden behind my rectangular shaped purple glasses. Then there's my braces with the lime green wires that nearly blind people when I smile. My eyes drop down to my pudgy stomach and wide hips and I can't help but smile. I may not be super skinny, with silky hair, 20/20 vision and perfectly straight teeth but hey, at least people will remember me by my appearance.
My phone begins to vibrate on my bed and I twirl away from the mirror, tripping over my feet before grabbing my phone. It's a text from Jayla. 'Send me the pictures of the designs!'
I laugh and type, 'Calm your crap, I'm sending them.'
Jayla: Kk :) After you send them call me, I have news.
I snap pictures of the designs and email them to Jayla, then I dial her number and flop down on the computer. After two rings she answers and immediately starts babbling about the designs.
"Kyle did a good job, I knew he was good but damn I didn't know he had skills like this." She says amazed, I can practically imagine the smile on her face.
"I know right, it would be crazy if these didnt win. They practically scream Mindless Behavior." I say to her while logging into my tumblr page. "Anyway, what's your big news?"
I hear her giggle on the other end, "Remember Trayvon?" I say yes and she sighs dramatically, "Well I ran into him again when I took my little cousin to an ice cream place and he just happened to slide over them digits."
My jaw drops, "See I told you he was feeling you. I should have bet you money!"
"Whatever," Jayla says and I know she added an eye roll. "Well he called me up a little while ago and wants to hang out tomorrow at six flags."
"Are you going?" I ask, reblogging a gif of Princeton dancing.
"Of course I'm going. Why wouldn't I?" She asks like I'm crazy.
I shrug, "He's related to London, who knows what kind of crazy DNA he has. I mean, this is the little girl who put a starfish in my shirt when we took that trip to the beach in 6th grade." I say, making a face at the memory of having to dig in my shirt for 10 minutes to get the stupid starfish out.
Jayla laughs again, "That doesn't necessarily mean he's just as evil. Besides, London's a bitch."
"Yet people love her." I say, not bothering to hide my salty tone. Jayla scoffs in agreement.
I know London is pretty and everything hits looks aren't going to get her far in life if she keeps treating people like crap. Yet I'm the one that gets picked on and I don't bother anyone. Maybe it's my big mouth or so called obsession. The criticism in the world these days makes me sick.
"Can I come with you to six flags?" I ask her, I don't have any plans anyway and I don't wanna hang around the house with Kyle.
Jayla scoffs, "Amd be a third wheel? Definitely not, it's a date Kacey. Sorry,"
I roll my eyes. I already knew the answer but it was worth a shot.
"Hey, video chat me so you can help me pick an outfit." Jayla says. I hesitate, I'd much rather keep scrolling through my tumblr but I can't just diss Jayla after she's helped me so much.
"Alright," I sigh, hanging up the phone. I reblog one last picture of MB before requesting Jayla. She accepts and the camera opens to reveal her holding up four outfits. One mint colored maxi dress, overall shorts with a yellow shirt, a pink floral crop top and white shorts and a denim skirt with a purple spaghetti strap camisole. I tilt my head to the side. Jayla would look pretty in all of these but she is going to an amusement park, the last thing she needs is her skirt or dress flying up while she's on a roller coaster.
"I like the pink shirt and shorts." I tell her after scrutinizing each outfit. She flashes me her famous pearly white smile.
"Me too." She says.
After talking to Jayla for about two hours, we end the chat and I log onto twitter. Everyone is talking about the contest and how they're gonna win. Some were even dumb enough to actually post a picture of their designs. I shake my head at them, why take the chance of someone stealing your ideas?
PeacePunkPrince: Don't forget y'all, I'm a misfit I need misfit gear! #MBDesignContest
I glance at the pictures sitting in their plastic folder and smile, I gotchu covered Prince.
Later I'm down stairs helping my mom cook dinner when my dad walks in. He immediately drops his suitcase on the couch and loosens his tie, unbuttoning his shirt a little as he comes into the kitchen.
"Hey daddy," I chirp happily. He's rarely home this time of the night, I usually expect him around 11 or later.
"Wassup baby girl," he says kissing me on the cheek. "I've barely seen you since school let out. You've been working so hard on those designs for those little boys."
I smile and roll my eyes, "Nu-uh, you've just been too busy to hang."
"Well someone's gotta help pay the bills." He says back, I chuckle as be walks behind my mom and wraps his arms around her waist. He kisses her neck and cheeks softly, a smile growing on her face. I watch them for a moment grinning from ear to ear, I love seeing my parents together. I'm lucky to have parents who are still so deep on love with each their after all these years.
"I'll go set the table." I tell them, slipping out the kitchen and heading to the dining room.
As I get the table wear from the china cabinets, I can't help my let my mind wander to Princeton once again. Maybe he'll be the one that I can grow old with and stay locked in love like my parents. A chill runs through my body at the thought, Princeton seems like the type of person who will find every little reason to love you. Even the smallest things he would admire about you.
That's why me, along with the rest of team mindless gets so worked up seeing him with another girl, we can only hope and wish at 11:11 for him to notice us and make us his one and only. Same goes for Roc, Ray and Prod. So many girls use every chance there is to get to noticed and I don't see it as thirst, I see it as a need. Every girl be on that Rihanna phase, they just want some love and affection from Mindless Behavior. We don't see them as just stars, they're way too deep in our hearts just to be considered celebrities. We see them as crushes that we cant seem to to get over no matter how much we try. But then again, to them we're just fans.
Until they date one of us
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