This is my first shot at writing, so please feel free to leave comments and let me know what you think.
Thanks.
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Chapter 1
"Ma, I'll be right back!" Desiree yelled into the kitchen as she grabbed her keys off the hallway table.
"Where are you going?" Her mother emerged from the kitchen wiping her hands on the dishtowel. "You're not leaving like that are you?" her mother said with a sigh.
Desiree glared at her mother. "There is nothing wrong with sweatpants and a t-shirt."
"You look like a slob. You will never find a boyfriend in those clothes. You could be such a pretty girl if you just dressed right."
"Maybe its not a boyfriend I want." Desiree smiled at the shocked look on her mother's face. "Bye mom."
Desiree shut the door before her mother had a chance to respond. She knew that pretending she wanted to be a lesbian would get her mother to leave her alone. Her older sister is a lesbian, and it drove her mother insane although she couldn't care either way.
As Desiree started her pickup truck, which was another sore spot with her mother, she glanced in the mirror. She hated using makeup, and didn't feel there was a reason to. Why put on a fake face and then have to worry if someone will like the real one? She shrugged it off and took of for the store.
Desiree should have known that for a Friday night, the local electronics store would be busy. She walked to the DVD section, started at the A's and already found a movie she liked.
"That's a great movie." Desiree didn't have to turn around to know who it was.
"Shouldn't you be stalking someone who likes you Gabriel?"
He chuckled. "C'mon Dee, we all know you've got the hots of me."
"Whose we?" Still not turning around, Desiree kept scanning the shelves.
"Your brother for one. He tells me all the time how much you talk about me when I'm not around." She felt him, brush up against her from behind. Her insides tightened and her breath caught in her throat.
"That's usually because I want you to drop dead. Where's your newest pop-tart Gabe? Skills gettin' rusty?" She asked through clenched teeth.
"I'm lookin' at her."
"Nice try. But I make a habit of not sleeping with animals."
"Don't flatter yourself Dee. I don't want you. I'm talking about Amanda." Desiree whipped around. "Amanda Desiree, Desiree Amanda. Desiree here is my best friend's kid sister." Gabriel smiled at the shocked look on Desiree's face. Finally he had gotten some rise out of her. It was starting to get easier and easier,
"Where's her makeup?" Amanda said to Gabriel as if Desiree wouldn't hear it. Desiree took in Amanda's looks. Short with huge fake boobs a small waist and ice blue contacts. She looked just like all of Gabriel's other girlfriends - even down to the bottle blond hair. The complete opposite of herself.
"Oh no, I think there is something on your face." Desiree said in a mock concern to Amanda, making her panic. "Oh. Nope. My mistake, but I think these hot lights are getting to you. Your face is starting to melt." Desiree smiled at the shocked look on Amanda's face, and the amused smile Gabriel had.
Desiree put down her movie and left the store. So much for movie night.
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Desiree parked her truck next to her brother's in their parents drive way and hopped out. She took a deep breath knowing Scott was going to be pissed at her for not getting a movie, and she didn't think he'd be sympathetic at all towards her meeting with Gabriel in the store.
Gabriel and Scott had been friends since middle school and not much had ever come between them. They fought like all friends do, but always made up knowing they were the best of friends and near nothing would change that. Gabriel and Desiree on the other hand were a totally different story. She thought he was arrogant and pompous and he knew she was obnoxious and intolerable. For Scott's sake, they tolerated each other in his presence.
Desiree dropped her bag and keys on the foyer table and walked into the living room. "Ok, before you get mad -", the look on Scott's face made her stop. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
Scott didn't look up. His face was pale his clothes were wrinkled and he smelled like stale beer.
"What the hell could have happened to you in the 9 hours since I last talked to you?"