and he’s practically married, then we have to go to. Come on Maggie, please, I need this!”
I have to snicker at this, because it’s mostly true, on both accounts. My brother has been dating the same girl, Maria, for a lot longer than I have been with Matt. Since he and I are the same age, being twins and all, which says a lot in my opinion. Then of course there is my dear sweet Claire. I definitely believe that she needs this. It’s been a while since her last hookup.
She’s probably having withdrawals or something.
Dan watches the two of us with mock excited interest. I doubt he cares about Claire’s attempt to woo me over. He just lives to torture me. He calls it brotherly love, I call it seriously irritating.
“Do I need to make a bet with Claire again on how long it’ll take you to be convinced?” He starts, drawing two sets of eyes to him. The smile on his face just begs for me to smack it right off. “Not that I mind taking your friends money, because I could use it.”
How he can pull of being arrogant, I’ll never know.
We look almost identical with dark hair and eyes and not on the tall side either. Where he can achieve confidence, I can barely swing being mousy. Much to my dismay of course.
With a heaving sigh, I swivel back to my laptop.
Already touching the keys I say, “Well, even if I were to go, I’d still have to convince Matt.”
Claire makes a high-pitched girly squeal, which dogs in the next county could hear, and falls back down on my bed. I can just feel the heat of one of her radiant smiles trying to mare a hole in the back of my head.
Dan laughs at something I can’t see.
My eyes roll against my protest.
“You almost had me there for a while Maggie, seriously.” Claire sighs, like it my adversary was extremely hard on her or something. “Matt’s always the easiest to convince, you on the other hand make it a chore. I can’t wait to pick out what we’ll wear!”
I cringe away from the excitement in her voice.
Dan laughs again.
He straightens up and makes his way to the door. “Better make it fast Claire, Maria is already on her way. We leave in an hour.”
Is she now? Well then…
Calmly, I reach for the paperback I have resting beside my laptop. I don’t even bother turning around as I chuck it in the general direction of the door. With a smirk of satisfaction I hear it hit his person. That’ll teach him to assume I’d already go. Even if he and Claire were right about Matt, a girl has a right to her prerogative.
He grumbles about annoying little sisters that are so rude sometimes and makes his exit before I find another book that is not a paperback to toss his way.
Chapter Two
Ten minutes later finds me staring at my reflection in the mirror.
Claire is currently fussing in the depths of my closet searching for her perfect party outfit. One would think that since I’m so much shorter than her, nothing of mine would fit. Wrong. Well…it’s kind of true I guess, not that she cares. The tighter and shorter the better, she always says.
Which is why I’m wondering what the heck came over me, when I bought this skirt last summer. It’s both tight and short, and not something I usually wear. I’m more of a Capri and cardigan girl. Apparently I was thinking of her when I bought this little black mini. Narrowing my eye’s I turn back and forth, not liking how my legs look so scrawny.
Groaning, I stomp around to face the closet monster.
“Claire.” I whine. “This isn’t going to work for me.”
Another skirt shoots out of the abyss at me with no reply from the monster within. I don’t bother with trying it on. There is no way my legs are going to be shown off tonight with any type of skirt no matter of the length of color.
Maybe if I was going to be alone with Matt, then it would be a distinct possibility.
Since that’s clearly not on the agenda for tonight, I make my way to my dresser on the other side of the room. Not being picky, I dig in the drawers for whatever happens to be on top.
“Seriously Claire, you’ve already got me going tonight. Why do you have to dress me up to? Just pick something for