…. Back At Home ….
“Alright, now it’s time for you to pay us in return! (She smirks and Angela giggles.)” Oh no, I forgot about that case; God I hope it’s something not foolish and stupid to do.“(I groaned.) Sophie please don’t make it difficult…” She and Angela held my hands and they pulled me real fast to my room; ok seriously what are they up to?!
“Take of those boring-to-death clothes, right now Missy.” Ok? What’s with this all of a sudden now? Angela walked to my closet and started ruffling through my hanged clothes:“Boring, old, too innocent, yawn… (She paused on two items and smiled as she took them out of the closet.) Jackpot!” She flung them on my bed, while Sophia was plugging in my hair gadget and fixing up the chosen make up. “Can you please stop what you’re doing and tell me what is going on?” I whined and threw my head flat on the bed, as they both sighed in evilness at the same time.
They didn’t even tell me why they were dressing me up and fixing me carefully; I wish I knew what they had in mind.“Oh lord, you are sizzling my dear friend! Here, (she grabbed my shoulders and placed me in front of the vertical mirror.) I think you are ready.” Wow, I have to admit, they really did a fantastic job! I mean I do know how to wear, but still the transformation was from depressed Debby to Malibu Barbie!
“Why did you guys doll me up?” They smiled and Sophia spoke: “No questions, just give us a little turn so we can admire our work. Hehe.” I turned to face my two friends (http://www.polyvore.com/red_passion/set?id=102582146), and they clapped like idiots; it did make me laugh to be honest. “She really does look good (She spoke to Sophia.) She has the London appeal and that American sass! I think it’s time we go change quickly as well!” Sophia nodded to what Angela analyzed and they both went to their rooms to change; please could someone tell me what’s going on already!?
…. In the Car ….
“Oh God I hate you two! (I groan loudly as the car moves along the road.) I should have known!” Sophia patted my shoulder softly and Angela spoke: “If you don’t want to talk to him then don’t, but we certainly won’t leave you at home and enjoy the concert alone tonight; at least be happy for the boys, Becky.” I think she has a point; I don’t have to be around Harry. I nodded slowly and the drive kept going.