I was running back and forth, tidying up every little spot of my apartment. I rarely had company, which is why it was always such a mess. Of course, it would probably end up being a bigger mess later, what with me dying my own hair for the first time ever. I scooped up a few electronics that were on the floor into my hands and threw them in the closet. Just a few more things to do until- DING, DING!
"Open up, it's Kelly!" a high-pitched voice called from behind the door. I unlocked the door and opened it to find her with dozens of little bottles and bags practically overflowing out of her arms.
"Hey Danny!" she happily greeted. I took some of the stuff out of her arms to help her. She closed the door behind her with her foot. Kelly was short and skinny with light brown shoulder-length hair, hazel eyes and pale skin. She wore loose-fitting jeans and a plain white t-shirt. After putting our load onto the table, we plopped right down onto the couch.
"What, you bought out Wal-Mart's inventory?" I huffed.
"Hey, I just wanted to make sure we had everything we need! You're not the only one that's dying!" she snapped.
"Dying, hm?"
"Oh, shut up. You know what I mean." she rolled her eyes.
Within minutes, I could hear Kelly muttering the instructions on the back of the box to herself from behind the door.
We both agreed that she would go first and I would go in after, calling her if I needed help. I turned on the TV and turned the game console on. It could have been a half hour, but it seemed like only a minute or two when I heard the door open and felt steam come out of the room a few feet away.
"Alright, your turn!" she declared before going into a bedroom off to the side, probably to see how she looked in the larger mirror.
"Uh huh..." I mumbled, barely paying attention, enwrapped in the game. I hadn't even looked up. I beat the level I was on, then went into the bathroom. Not surprisingly, there were hair products and a very light brown sink in there. I looked at the bottles and dug through to the right one; I only wanted to make my hair a little lighter for the first time. As I applied everything and turned the water on, my thoughts drifted to Kelly. After all, she WAS the one who convinced me to do this in the first place. We had only met a few years back, but we forged a strong friendship right away. So strong, that I was never really willing to ask her out on a date or anything out of fear of ruining that great friendship. She had flirted with me a few times throughout the years, but I think that was more of her playful nature.
Halfway through washing the water out, I noticed a white t-shirt to the side. I mentally kicked myself for not cleaning up the apartment that well, but quickly realized that it was Kelly's! I saw that it was soaking wet, which is why she probably left it here to dry. Does that mean she was running around with no shirt...?
Either way, I was done. I did final washing and drying, and looked at myself in the mirror. I had successfully went from dark brown to slightly-brighter-than-dark-brown!
I threw open the door to declare how proud I was, and found Kelly on my couch, video game controller in one hand and the other in a bag of chips. It was her shirt that was on the floor; she was sitting there in her tan-colored bra and jeans!
"Your stats suck." she plainly stated, pointing to the screen. I did my absolute best to pay no attention to the fact she was running around with no shirt, but she must have seen me catch a glimpse.
And before you say anything about this," she pointed to her bra, "my shirt was absolutely soaked. Besides, we're friends here, right? No big deal, right? Besides, I thought you didn't like flatties." she laughed and pressed her elbows together so her (small, I guess she is an A or B) chest would protrude. I laughed along, trying to hide how suddenly turned on I was by the fact that my
friend of these few years was flirting like never before. I shrugged it off, and sat down beside her. I watched her play the game, and tried to catch a better glimpse at each chance I got. As sad as it sounds, I felt my blood spike and my heart rush each time one of us adjusted how we sat and her bare arm touched my own.
Kelly reached over for a quick drink of booze (hey, she raided that from MY fridge!), and as she removed it from her lips, her hand slipped and the bottle's contents spilled all over her.
"SHIT!" she jumped up and quickly wiped off what she could off of her bra and jeans.
"Uh, gimme a minute!" she seemed to panic. She ran into the room where I kept the washing machine. I heard it turn on only moments after she went in. I shrugged again, although I was curious why she was so concerned. Before I could wonder any more, a very embarrassed-sounding Kelly called from behind the door.
"Danny...?"
