The Lucky Five - By Arow Jones Page 0,40
go find an equally hot outfit.” I’m really missing my girl time right now. “I’m really looking forward to tonight.”
“Yeah, too bad Skye isn’t here…” We both turn when we hear the front door screen open and close shut. The unmistakable sound of heels tap through the entry.
“Did I hear my name?” Like a flaming goddess Skye is standing before us dressed in mile high heels, signature stockings with a line up the back and a to-die-for short Grecian style dress. One shoulder is bare and a gold leaf clip is holding the one strap together. It’s like she just stepped off the runway. If she wasn’t one of my best friends in this crazy effed up world. I would totally hurl insults at her out of pure spiteful jealousy. She’s gorgeous. Why any man would want me, let alone JT sigh or Nick bleh, I don’t know. Oh, that’s right. The land. I try to hide my sorrow behind my elation. I’m so glad Skye is here. She’s the life of the party. If anyone else saw her like this they might think she was a stuck up spoiled princess but we know the truth. She’s a down to earth kind of girl who happens to like fashion and beauty. Just as her photography expresses and ethereal beauty, so does her image. She oozes sexy and I’m hoping she’ll rub off on my tonight. I may not like the way my body responds to JT but that doesn’t mean I can’t show him what he could have.
“Skye!” We throw our arms around one another.
“Awe, miss me much?” Skye pets my hair. It’s motherly. No, I can’t think about her, or any of my family, right now. I lock up the fleeting thoughts of my mother in a large box, locking it away, safe, for now. “Sweetie, are you okay?”
I bat her hand away and wipe off a stray tear. “Geez Skye, I’m not a puppy!” Instead of getting offended she merely clucks her tongue at me.
“Someone needs a makeover and tequila! Beauty and booze ladies. Let’s get it done!” We head upstairs to my bedroom. Skye hones in on my docked iPod, turning on some tunes. I can see her scowling at my current playlist. It’s the one that I always play when I’m sad. Not just sad. Incredibly, pathetically, depressed. She turns it to the playlist she made for me to uplift my spirits whenever I’m feeling self-conscious about myself. Which is mainly during my attempts to dress up, or rather, beauty and booze nights.
The music is pumping. We dance while we get ready. “Drink up ladies! Cheers!” We drink a customary shot of tequila before putting on my makeup and getting dressed. We want to be relaxed but not intoxicated. Since I don’t drink that often my body is already warming up. I can feel some of the tension releasing.
“I’m here all weekend, at your disposal. We are going to party party tonight. Dance like maniacs. I want to hear all the deets on what I’ve missed. And don’t you dare leave anything out.” Skye points to me. “Kenny told me all about you spending so much time with your secret love obsession.” Giggling, I keep my mouth shut. She knows she’ll get me to spill once I’ve had too many drinks. I won’t be able to control my tongue. It’s like that song about the girl that can’t keep her clothes on because of tequila only mine is the words in my mouth.
Skye dresses me in a black mini skirt, a sheer mint top over a black tube top and my tall black kitten heel boots I like to wear when I ride my bike. The last time I wore them was when I saw JT at the bar.
Kenny drives us in the GTO. It’s still early but the bar is already over flowing with people. We cram ourselves into a small table near a pool table. Skye waves over to Rob. He signals to one of the waitresses. He knows what we like. A few minutes later our table is loaded with pitchers of beer, shots of tequila, and water.
The music is pumping. We’ve already gone through a pitcher and drinks sent over by some admirers.
“Let’s dance!” Skye pulls us onto the dance floor. My worries are for tomorrow. Tonight is about us. I let my body move and sway the beats. We’re giggling and rubbing up against each other.
The dance floor is full. Bodies