Unraveling (Second Chances) - By Micalea Smeltzer Page 0,20
comforter and to the door.
Piper stood there, beaming. I could see Rollo walking down the hallway.
“Thank you, guys, so much, for coming over, at such short notice. I’m freaking out and I really need your help.”
“Not a problem,” Piper smiled, “I didn’t have any plans.”
“And you know me,” Rollo said, “I’d cancel a hot date to be here for you, baby cakes.”
“Get in here,” I motioned them inside and closed the door. I was actually surprised Rollo hadn’t pushed his way in already, the way he always made himself at home. “Rollo, this is Piper. Piper, this is Rollo.”
“Nice to meet you,” Piper said.
Rollo scared the crap out of her by wrapping his arms around her. “I’m so happy Katy has finally found a girl friend. I can only help so much with the girl stuff,” he said, pulling away. He grabbed a piece of her hair and held it up. “I love the pink.”
“Thanks,” she said. “I like your shirt.”
“Finally! Someone that appreciates them!” Rollo exclaimed.
“Oh Lord,” I smacked my forehead. “Which one do you have on today?” I asked.
Rollo turned so I could see. It read: Some Dudes Marry Dudes. Get Over It.
“Sometimes I wonder why I hang out with you,” I muttered.
“Because I’m-”
“Fabulous,” I cut him off. “I know. You remind me of your fabulousness daily. Now, can we please stop talking about this? I have to leave in-” I looked at my watch “-less than an hour in order to meet Jared on time and I really need you guys to help me.”
“Say no more,” Piper said. “Where’s your closet?”
I motioned down the hallway.
“We’ll have you looking even more beautiful in no time,” Piper assured me. She was already walking down the hall.
Rollo and I followed her.
She threw the closet doors open, scanned the clothes there, and then started opening my dresser drawers.
“Where are you going? That definitely plays a part in what you should wear,” she said, flipping through some sweaters.
“I don’t know,” I put my hands in my back pockets.
Piper’s jaw dropped and she pushed a piece of black hair behind her ear. “You don’t know?” she practically shrieked.
“No,” I shrugged. “He asked me to trust him and I said I would.”
“Damn girl,” Rollo said. “You really are giving Jare-bear a chance.”
I giggled; I had withheld that information from Rollo the other day.
Piper went back to my closet and grabbed a pair of jeans. She threw them at me and commanded, “Put those on.”
“Right now?” I squeaked.
Piper rolled her eyes. “Duh, it’s not like you’ve got anything I haven’t seen before and I’m pretty sure Rollo here won’t care either.”
“Fine,” I grumbled, taking off my sweatpants and pulling the jeans on.
“Hmm,” Piper mused as she went searching through my closet. “Jared has made this difficult since he won’t tell you where he’s taking you. Normally, I’d force you into a dress, but that might not work for what he has planned. Hence, the jeans,” she pointed at me. “But you need a cute top. Not one of these,” she flicked the row of different colored solid shirts.
Finally, Piper looked down at her own shirt.
It was a lacy black tank top, with a gold colored lace overlay, that flared out at the bottom.
She looked back up at me before peeling the top off. “You owe me,” she said, handing me the shirt.
I took it and stared for a moment.
Piper tapped her foot and crossed her arms over her chest, which made her boobs practically fall out of her black bra. “Trust me, it’ll look great. I’m going to take you shopping soon. All you own is jeans and t-shirts.”
“Thanks,” I said, pulling on the top. I turned to look in the mirror and was surprised by how good it looked on me.
“Damn girl, you got a body,” Rollo commented. “You’ve got to stop hiding under all those baggy shirts.”
“Do you have a curling iron?” Piper asked.
“Yeah, in the bathroom,” I pointed to the door across the hall.
Before I knew what was happening, Piper had pulled me into the bathroom and motioned for me to sit down on the closed toilet seat lid.
She found my curling iron and plugged it in to heat up.
“I really need to go,” I looked at my watch. I bit my lip nervously, my knee jumping up and down in agitation.
“Not yet,” Piper said. “This won’t take long.”
She was right, in less than ten minutes she had my hair curling down my back, and she had redone my makeup. I barely