Lauren mumbled a hushed curse as another stick of charcoal snapped in her slender fingers. After she blew the scattered pieces off of her piece Lauren brushed her hair out of her eyes she only added a charcoal smudge to the number of patches that continuously made their way over her pale face.
Lauren paused to admire the chalk and charcoal drawing of a cat on the easel in front of her, glancing to the accompanying photograph taped to the corner of her piece. Lauren then smiled, pleased with the progress so far and pushed her chair away from her art as she made her way out of the lounge into the apartment's kitchen, which took up a third of the room she was already in. The apartment was occupied by Lauren whilst she was studying art at the local University and her roommate Alison, who had taken a job at a pet shop in the city centre.
The kettle came to a boil drowning out the quiet background noise of the radio left on in one of the bedrooms. Lauren lent up against the kitchen's marble counter and watched the clock as it ticked closer and closer to half five, brushing her curly black hair out of her face adding yet another smudge to her messy face.
The click of the kettle broke her concentration on the clock and Lauren turned to reach a couple of mugs in the cupboard, standing on tipped-toes due to her petite stature. As Lauren was pouring a drink the door to the apartment opened and Lauren was greeted with a gleaming presence that bound over to her. Throwing an arm around Alison, Lauren pulled her close for a quick hug.
"Good day at work?" Lauren asked as she finished making the cups of tea, handing a mug to Alison as she turned to face her. Alison couldn't help but giggle at the smudges all over Lauren's face, licking her finger she wiped a little off. She then impatiently looked at the clock and pulled a worried face, beginning to make a hurried little jig on the spot.
"Average day I suppose," Alison said, "But they kept me on too late I have that bloody date in just about an hour!" She panicked dashing past Lauren into her room around the corner of the hall, "Well? Are you coming to help me pick what to wear or not?" Alison's voice called from her room. Lauren smirked to herself and after tidying up the easel and her art supplies on the table next to it she touched her face, guess she'd had to have a bath later.
Lauren became friends with Alison quite a few years ago when they had both not long started secondary school. Lauren was a very shy girl, she preferred the company of her paintbrushes and pens rather than conquer the scariness of talking to all the other girls so didn't make any friends. Whilst Alison on the other hand was a bit too outgoing for her own good and quite often found herself in trouble with the other girls, and boys, and teachers so was an outcast herself. What brought the two girls together was when a group of girls from Lauren's English class tried bullying her. They trapped her in a corner in a rarely used upstairs corridor, calling her names, pulling her hair, lashing out, punching and kicking her. Just as Lauren was about to give in and let out a cry a voice called out behind the pack of girls attacking Lauren.
"Leave her alone!" Alison cried running up the corridor to land a punch right on the tallest girl of the pack, before pulling the shortest girl back by her hair flinging her aside as she turned to the last girl in the trio. The girl was a stout, plump girl who looked more like a boy in a wig than a girl shook with fear as Alison stood with her feet firm, fists clenched at her sides with a cocky smirk on her flustered little face. The girl's voice shuddered as she tried to make some kind of accusation yet abandoned the idea and ran wailing the way Alison had just appeared from.
Lauren looked up at Alison through teary eyes to see her smiling face, framed by her neatly cut fringe and bangs. She took Lauren's hand, pulled her up and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"You alright?" Alison smiled, and from that moment on the two were inseparable. Around the same time Lauren was leaving for University, Alison was kicked out by her parents leaving Alison no other choice but to join her best friend.
When Lauren joined Alison in her room she was greeted by a half-naked Alison scrambling through her wardrobe leaving piles of discarded choices in her wake.
"Where is guy taking you?" Lauren asked leaning against the door frame, folding her arms. Alison froze with a jumper in her arm ready to be launched across the room and turned to Lauren. She had shed her work's polo shirt and was now topless revealing a gorgeous black lace bra with a red ribbon trim and a small red bow in the middle of her chest. The bra looked as if it was having a hard time trying not to burst with Alison's buxom chest behind it. Alison's chest couldn't help but bounce and jiggle as she quirkily made her way about her room.
"Some place name zimzam, or wigwam," Alison's face wore a puzzle expression as she tried to remember the location of her date, "it's in my purse anyway," she reassured herself before returning to make a mess. Alison stood at the same five foot two Lauren did but her body was so much different to Lauren's. Alison had the same short blonde hair cut that framed her round face back in school. Alison's voluptuous body contrasted heavily with Lauren's frail frame. Alison had curves in all the right places, with all her clothes hugging the contours at the side of her body and the rounded hips and ass. It was safe to say that she drew much attention with her bombshell of an hourglass figure.
The outfit that they decided on complimented Alison's body perfectly. A navy blue tight dress that hugged the shape of her hips ending just above her knees, the colour complimented her big blue eyes which were decorated with a little eyeliner that ended in a short flourish. Aside from that, and a little mascara Alison didn't wear any make up, she didn't bother hiding the redness in her round cheeks. Her smooth legs seemed endless with her favourite pair of black heels that finished the outfit.
"So?" Alison asked after doing a twirl in front of the mirror, "How do I clean up?" The natural bubbliness was present in her voice, tinged with a mischievous hint of flirtiness. Lauren was now laying on her front on Alison's bed, her head propped up on her hands in awe at how her friend looked, and the only response she could think of was a long wolf whistle that ended with the pair of them giggling.
Alison stood by the apartment door fiddling about in her clutch bag looking for the address of the restaurant she was meeting a guy she met through a girl at work.
