6. Shop me my style
"Good morning, everyone!" I spoke, while looking in my phone’s camera and posed for a picture.
‘Day one of twin sis makeover (TSM)’
I captioned the photo I had just made, and posted it on social media.
I had my ‘Stained’ T-shirt on, dressed like myself with hair down and only mascara on. I wondered how I would look at the end of the day, when Tina would have forced her fashion ideas on me.
I went to the kitchen and grabbed a banana for the road. It was my favorite breakfast. Sweet, easy to eat when you are not in the mood and most importantly healthy. I liked to get one to-go and eat it in my car while I was driving to school. That's what I did today too. The only difference was that I spotted Tina in the yard when she was going to her car, and she actually said ‘hi’ to me with a very big not fake smile.
That was a first!
"I will see you by the lockers at half past two, okay?" she asked, and I nodded in reply.
In the parking lot, I was making a list of things I could use for the project, that could excuse my absence and will make my painting pop up. Linda came with her short clothes and her strange walk, like she was jumping from joy or something.
"Hi, Al." She greeted me and I responded with, "Hi, Lin."
It was nice to see her after last night, but I knew I had to hide a giant secret from her. Not that it was my secret, but I had the need to tell her all that was going on in my life. She was my person. The one I tell everything to and who gets me. But, I had to force myself to hide Tina's secret, it was the right thing to do.
"What are you doing?" she questioned and her black eyes gazed at my phone, where I was making my list of supplies.
"I am going to buy some stuff at the end of school hours. I need to talk to the Dean first though, to let me go." I gave her a sad look. "Would you like to help me convince him?"
"You are skipping class? Count me in and I will help you." She grinned devilishly.
Dean Webster had a soft spot for students who begged and Linda was amazing at it. Give her a chance to show her big, black puppy dog eyes and that was all it took. She once groveled to the Dean to let us make our history lesson into a one hour themed party, like an educational ball with masks.
Lessons must be sometimes cool, right?
Seeing Mr. Rogers, wondering how to actually have fun, no matter that it was his subject.
We still had fifteen minutes until our first class, so we went first to arrange our stuff with Mr. Webster. The corridor was absolutely empty this early in the day. Our steps were echoing, and we felt the need to whisper for no reason. There were students in the hall on the other side of the wall, but it was quiet here.
Reaching the Dean's door, I knocked and waited for the woman to invite us like she did the other day. When it didn't happen, Linda and I shared a puzzled look, and this time she knocked. I shrugged my shoulders and turned to leave when the door opened wide, and cheerful Mr. Webster made a gesture with his hand, inviting us inside.
"Good morning, girls. My secretary is not here yet. Sit down, tell me how I can help you." He said with his tiny voice, unlike any man.
We placed our butts on the bench, and I explained that I needed to go get some stuff for the project, but my free time was with the project itself. He listened to me with narrowed eyebrows, probably wondering if I was lying to him.
"You see, Alice is going crazy with her amazing ideas. There are so many ways to improve their work. What we buy will inspire others too. We are not going there only for Alice, all students in the project can use the materials as they see fit." Linda said in one breath with a nerdy expression.
"Of course, it's not only for me. That is why I will ask you to dismiss Linda… and Tina too." I said and Linda snapped her head to me in surprise.
"Tina?" Mr. Webster asked.
"Yeah, my… sister Tina Stevens," I said, hoping that I sounded convincing.
"She will take part in this?" the Dean questioned, leaning a bit over the small glass table in front of us.
I nodded, and the silence filled the room, until the door opened, and the woman from the other day came inside with two coffees in her hands and flushed cheeks.
"I am so sorry, Mr. Webster. I had car trouble, but managed to get the coffee anyway and on my way here… Oh, sorry. Good morning, girls." She rambled, while leaving her stuff on her desk.
"Good morning." Linda and I answered together.
The Dean only passed a smile to her and turned to us. "Outstanding! You can go on and tell Tina that I will let you three free for the last two classes… but--"
Linda cut him off, getting up from her place, "Thank you, thank you, Dean Webster. You will not feel sorry after you see what they will create."
"But?" I invited him to continue, standing up with a smile.
"But I want to see what you really bought, and I want the receipt, so the school can cover what you bought for the walls." He demanded.
"You will! Thank you so much!" I grinned at him, and we went outside, leaving the horrible smell of coffee, that I truly hated, in the room behind us.
"So what's with this Tina thing? I thought you hated each other?" Linda asked what I knew it was coming.
"We don't hate each other. We just are not close, or like each other." I shrugged.
"But why her? I can't imagine it... Did you invite her? It's so unlike you."
"The truth is that she will be helping me." I leaned to her to whisper.
"What? Why would she and for what?"
"We are not going to get only painting supplies. We are going shopping, and she will pick what I will wear for tonight." I confessed and her jaw dropped on the floor.
"Are you mental? Why? What good can come from this? And how. The. Hell. Did. You. Convince. Her. To. Do. That?" she questioned, a pause on each word to make them stand out.
"I… I thought I needed a change… and Dad wants us to act more like a family, so this is me trying" I half lied.
She looked like her eyes were going to pop out from what I was telling her. That's how well she knew me. With part of the information, I would question my motives too.
I was leaning on the wall in the locker's hall, with my backpack on my shoulder, and talking with Linda about her blog. Soon, Tina's heels announced every step she was taking towards us, and we both turned around to the sound, waiting for the Barbie to appear behind the corner.
"Oh My God! I can't believe she is coming with us… like we are friends." Linda exclaimed, with her mouth open when my step-sister's blond hair came in sight.
"Yeah, but don't think that we are one of the popular kids now. Okay?" I warned her with a smile. "Let's go, guys," I added, not waiting for Tina to come all the way to us.
Twenty minutes later, we were at the mall. We took my car and drove in silence. Actually, the first words that my half-sister said since school were, "Let's go upstairs to my favorite place." and we just followed.
She entered a shop that I would never go on my own and started putting clothes into a shopping basket. I just gave a worried look to Linda and went after Tina. Ten minutes later, I was in the changing room with a pile of clothes.
"You can't be serious! This is too flashy!" I complained to the girls, outside the curtains. "And I can't even… What is that?" I groaned, staring at what she picked for me.
"Will you just put it on and trust me. I am known for my way of clothing. Stop whining like a spoiled kid. Act more mature." Tina's scolded me and I sighed. I can't expect her to change because we had a moment.
"Yeah, known for putting yourself in people's eyes by wearing glittering or revealing clothes." I murmured.
"I don't know what you are saying, but I don't care. No complaining." She spoke with a confident voice.
"Ugh, fine!" I gave up and got dressed in a brown lace top, revealing my simple black sports bra.
Under it, she gave me a tight, leather black skirt and knee-high leather boots.
This was crazy!
I removed the curtain to show them my ridiculous look.
"Wow! That's… actually amazing!" Linda exclaimed, getting up from a bench a few feet away from me. "I think it's perfect!"
"I know my stuff." Tina said, as she crossed her arms on her chest proudly.
I turned around to see if we were watching the same thing and groaned. "No way! I am not showing up to any public place looking like that!" I yelled and went to remove those things off me.
"She will come around. She just needs to get used to it." I heard my best friend say, while I was changing in the next crazy top. It was not revealing, but it had no sleeves and too many small gems on it in all the colors of the rainbow.
I love black and white!
I put it on, and then a white skirt way above my knees with a giant, dark brown belt. There was another set of boots that I had to admit I liked. They went perfectly with the belt color.
I went outside to show this outfit and this time no one said a thing. Both were just looking at me in... awe?
"What? You don't like it this time?" I lifted my shoulders.
"Oh, the opposite! You are going like that, you hear me?" Linda ordered with her eyes wide open. "If you try to protest, you will have to deal with me!"
"She is hot, isn't she? Almost like she is not Alice!" My step-sister asked, with a surprised grin and my best friend nodded hastily.
"You are supposed to be my person!" I complained to Linda in defeat, and closed the damn curtain.
As soon as we got back, we went to the Dean and delivered the painting supplies that we bought on our way out of the mall. I actually picked some pretty interesting stuff that would really make our paintings pop up from those old walls. After that, I went to my last class, which was Thomas free. The two classes I skipped were with him, so I hadn't seen him all day.After school, I went to paint with others, and they actually enjoyed the stuff we got at the mall. One used glitter to make a snow sparkle, another placed small gems, instead of painting them and made it look crazy realistic. Some electric colors that I bought made Daphne's northern lights look just amazing. I was glad about my purchase, and it gained me some respect from others in the project.My first idea was mostly in black, gray and white (no surprise there), a girl sitting on the ground somewhere in the school. Many crows above her head, attacking. She had her hands up, protecting herself from them. My imagination was
When the light was taken away from my red face, I hid it in my palms. I could not believe what had just happened. I thought that those things only happened in movies, or when someone is getting engaged or something. This was so crazy!"I shouldn't have come!" I yelled, still hiding my face with my forehead resting on Linda's shoulder."What?! What are you talking about? It was amazing! How many people do you think can get this kind of attention?" She yelled back, removing my hands, so she could see me. "Come on! Enjoy it while it lasts. It doesn't have to mean a thing!""I don't like attention. If he knew me, he wouldn't have done it." I pointed, and risked a shy look to the band on stage."Who knows what it would have been? Does it matter?" Tina rudely remarked behind me."The thing is, Thomas seems to like Alice," Linda explained, her voice fighting over the music and the crowd's screams."Interesting. Do you like him?" my step-sister asked directly, and I felt like I was going to ha
"So, spill away." Alex said.I sighed, wondering how much I felt comfortable sharing."Well, you know the new boy at school, right?" I started and he nodded. "He is not leaving me alone.""How did he offend you?""He didn't say anything bad to me. Just, I don't believe that he really feels the way he acts as he feels." I tried to organize my thoughts."You think it's a game to him?""What else can it be? He does not know me at all. How can he like me?" I stated."You should know that with us guys, things are a little different." He told me, and turned to show me his smile, like he was hiding a part of what he was about to say."I know it can't be the same. But, can you blame me for not believing that he met me the other day, we barely talked and here he is; greeting me from the stage as someone special to him?""He did that? I must have missed it… But the answer to your question is, yes. I can blame you. Not that those are the words I would use. It's more like I can relate to him." Ale
"You were at my house?" I questioned, standing up from the floor, with a brush in my hand.Thomas took his time to answer, slowly walking towards me with a grin. I could admire how his face lit up when he was smiling so charmingly, if I wasn't so surprised and annoyed. He stopped in such distance from me, that if I just reached out my hand, I could bury my fingers in his blonde hair."I had to find you and talk with you." He explained, staring in my eyes for the reaction of his words."No, you didn't," I said and turned around to avoid his eyes… or hide mine."Yes, I had to! You disappeared last night. I thought that you would like the song I was singing to you." His confident voice spoke behind my back, but I just dipped my brush in the brown paint and continued my work on the wall. "Alice, did I offend you somehow?"I thought that I heard the surprise in his last words, and I couldn't help but turn back to check his face. He was standing awkwardly, his hands in the pockets of his tig
Thomas convinced me to go in his car, telling me that it’s a part of him. If I wanted to get to know him better, I must see it. It was an old Mercedes, but he refreshed it, as he said. Turns out, he was into cars; fixing them and putting them together. His father had a repair shop and a car morgue. Thomas explained to me that he had been helping his dad since he was a little boy. Those were some great father-son memories for him. Later in life, the music came and flipped everything around, leaving car repair as a hobby only.The Mercedes was black and dark red up front, but black and dark blue, if you look at it from behind. Some crazy mix of stripes and dots made it look epic. When I climbed in the front seat next to him, I was surprised to see it was very clean, compared to Steven's car, which was fancy and new, but dirty as hell."Any favorite place or particular food that you want right now?" he asked me, as we slowly drove out of the school parking lot."Maybe a go-to pizza from s
His eyes, focused on my lips, and my body was tingling from the possibility of a kiss, we both desired. Not that I would admit, his scent was more captivating than all the roses which surrounded us. Seeing him, watching me like that, raised my pulse to the top of the crazy scale, if there were such a scale. It was so easy to just let it happen, to finally feel his arms around me. Shh! Don't give in, remember the waiter from twenty minutes ago? I moved back, escaping the trans I had suddenly fallen into. He changed my mood so fast, like from the North Pole to the Equator."What are you doing? What shouldn't I do?" I asked, collecting my thoughts."Nothing… just you are such a tease! With your eyes closed, you looked..." he trailed off, looking away."Don't start this again. If you can't act friendly, we can't see each other. I don't date guys that I don't know." I stated."Why should it be so difficult?" he asked, annoyed.I felt how bitter he became from my words. I was toying with h
After an hour or two, Linda and I had created our fun Sunday evening. We texted everyone to meet at the school parking lot at five PM in comfortable clothing. Only Tina did not get any text because I told her when I got home. I also explained the Alex thing to her, since I did not answer her question when she texted me about Thomas.She, of course, decided to drag me to the mall to prepare me for my new look. We bought some sporty stuff and other clothes she decided she could use on me, later. Tina surprised me when she asked if she could bring someone. This was becoming a big group, but I told myself it might be for the good.After the long day I had, I finally went to my bed, thinking of the next day. What would it be like? It's one thing to plan it, totally different to do it. I don't care if someone did not like it. I think I needed such a change of scenery… probably we all did.The next morning, I went to some SPA salon for face care, as Tina called it. She was going and dragged
On the road to the forest, we were listening to one radio, then to another -- unable to stay on one station. Alex turned out to be very picky, so I just skipped the fact that I had my favorite songs on a Flash drive in the car.Our trip took about forty-five minutes out of town. I was thankful to Linda because she found a topic suitable for my date's taste, so we could chat in the car. We talked about strange things that people in Europe were doing. Like they had a lot of walking places. You had to leave your car and go on foot to reach many destinations. "That is just normal for them." Linda explained."Do you know they make you pay for water in the restaurants?" Alex asked, and we just laughed.The truth was that our maid slash cook was Bulgarian. She seemed pretty cool to me. Her dishes were amazing, she was very polite and hardworking too. Sometimes she told me stories about her country, but that was pretty much all I knew about Europe -- her tales.I had never been to Europe, so I