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“Apparently not,” I muttered and laid back on my twin sized bed, covering my face with my pillow.
I knew it was going to be a long night, one filled with Avery pairing every possible clothing option in her closet and then proceeding to pick them apart.
I’d probably show up to get my car fixed, looking completely fashionable thanks to Avery, but dead on my feet from lack of sleep.
I’m sure Trace wouldn’t find it attractive if I yawned in his face. I don’t think anyone found yawning attractive.
“Avery,” I huffed, throwing my pillow off my face and sitting up. She turned away from her closet and raised a brow. “If I’m going to go through with this, then I need my sleep. Don’t spend all night in your closet.”
“You suck,” she stuck her tongue out but closed the closet doors. “This will only make it take longer in the morning, but whatever,” she shrugged, climbing into her bed and adjusting the straps of her tank-top. I didn’t understand how she slept in a tank and shorts, even in the winter.
I rose from my bed and changed into my pajamas, hoping that tomorrow went smoothly, but knowing with my luck it would be anything but smooth.
c h a p t e r
Two
“Avery!” I shrieked, coming awake and sitting straight up in bed, my hair sticking up in random places. “For the love of my sanity, please, go back to bed!”
She turned around, pouting her lips at me, and placed a hand on her slender hip. “You convinced me to go to bed last night without planning our outfits, I agreed. Now, you want to get huffy with me for getting up early to help you?” She eyed me.
“I reluctantly agreed to this, and I already regret it,” I groaned, covering my face with my hands. “It’s six am, Avery. I’m pretty sure I’m not going to see Trace in the next hour.”
She eyed my sleep-raddled appearance. “I would certainly hope you’re not seeing him in the next hour. It will take at least two…maybe three to have you looking decent,” she tur
ned back to my closet and scanned through my clothes.
“Avery!”
“God,” she turned around, glaring at me, “you are so cranky in the mornings! This is the last time I try to help you! I fully expect a Starbucks Frappuccino for this.”
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get your Frapp fix.”
“That’s all I ask,” she grinned, climbing onto her bed, looking through one of her various fashion magazines.
“Ugh,” I groaned when a few minutes past and I hadn’t fallen back asleep.
“What?” Avery asked, not bothering to glance away from the glossy pages of the magazine.
“Thanks to you, I’m wide awake,” I grumbled, rolling over on my right side, facing the wall. I punched my pillow, to fluff it up, but nothing was working. I was awake and I knew there was no hope of falling back asleep. “I hate you so much,” I muttered, sitting up in bed.
Avery grinned. “Does this mean I get to pick out our outfits now?”
“Yes-” The whole word hadn’t even left my mouth, before she was up, and across the room.
I rolled my eyes and slipped from the bed.
Since, I was up early, I might as well shower. I grabbed my bag of necessities and stepped into the bathroom we shared with the two girls beside us.
If there was one thing I missed about my dad’s house, it was having my own bathroom.
I luxuriated in the quiet space. I knew that as soon as I stepped back into our room, Avery would bombard me with five hundred different clothing options, and then force me to try all of them on.
I got out of the shower, and brushed through my wet hair, before pulling it into a bun. I dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, knowing I’d be changing into something else in a matter of minutes.
“That took forever,” Avery complained when I opened the door.
“You’re annoying,” I snapped, putting my bag down, and sitting on my bed.
