I'm one of the boys, no doubt about it. I have brown curls, brown eyes and pale skin. I'm average in height and more on the thin side and as girly looking as I can get, but still, they think I'm one of them. Ever since I was little and a spider went inside the classroom earning it screams from all the girls but me, I was considered as a tomboy. No matter what I did, they just couldn't forget it. Now it's been so many years since what happened a long time ago and they all still see me as the same girl from then.
I learned to live up to my name. I have never been caught wearing a skirt or those pumps shoes thing. I hang out with my neighbors and other guys. They all think of me as their little sister, going so far as picking me up and bringing me home from school everyday, making my dad wonder who my "real boyfriend" is. But that isn't going to happen because the one who I realized I wanted is the one of those who doesn't think I'm his little sister.
School just ended a few weeks back and summers just begun. He went away to Alaska to visit some of his parents' friends and for the first time, I'm happy I won't see him. We have two years left until we get to college and now I won't take any more chances. I want him to notice me, not as his little sister, but something more. For that, I need his twin and incidentally my best and one of the only girl friends I've got, Alice. At first glance, you would be surprised to see that they didn't look the same except for those golden brown eyes and pale skin that is constantly luminescent. She had blue black hair that she kept short and spiky, she was also petite as she called herself, less the five foot. What she lacks in size, she makes up for in personality. Alice was bubbly, friendly and all those adjectives related to the popular girls. She was also one of the most fashionable in the school. I think she had an idea of what I was planning, because before they left, she whispered in my ear "I have my phone with me all the time and he won't see our e-mails or texts." With a hug and a conspiratorial wink and smile, she danced her way through my door and went inside their car.
It's only been a few weeks and she's been bugging me like hell. Every single day that I spend thinking about whether or not I should go through with it and to get Alice's help, I receive a text from her, "Are you going to do it???" in so many variations. Now I've made up my mind and for the first time in weeks I reply to her the words she's been waiting for, "Yes. What do I do?" Exactly one minute later, my phone started to ring.
It's been two weeks since that phone call and so many more came after that I was surprised on how much she was able to call me without him noticing. She constantly sent me text messages as tips and very detailed e-mails about everything. As of today, my room was currently filled with Seventeen, Teen Vogue, Cosmo Teen and every other girly thing imaginable. My laptop was now also filled with probably all the links for fashion and beauty. Just when I think that Alice is done with all the lessons, she adds more. She also gave me appointments to her ridiculously paid hairdresser and spa specialists in the city. When I finished all her appointments after trying—futilely, I might add—to convince her otherwise, my dad just gaped at me like some sort of alien.
I spent the rest of the month waiting for Alice to arrive while trying to maintain what her "people" did to me. When she did arrive, she hid me from her brother and was indefinitely living with me in my room. Not only was I not allowed to leave my house in case he sees me, but I was not allowed to contact them either. It was as if I was arrested.
Miraculously, I was able to withstand the house arrest for a half month until Alice decided it was time to make me play her new game. "Bella Barbie" consisted of me being dragged from store to store, trying on the many things that I grew up cringing at the sight of. Skirts, mini dresses, stilettos, the works. Every. Single. Day. All in all, I think I was able to lose some weight from just trying them on, what more from carrying it and walking around the mall? Once we got back to my room, the process just started all over again, telling me that I needed to get accustomed to wearing these kinds of things and to build up my confidence and self-esteem. I'm just not sure if those were her only reasons.
Finally, the summer was over and I was almost free from the torture I endured trying to fix myself up. The night before classes started, Alice prepared my outfit. A simple ruffly top with a floral printed mid thigh skirt with a belt cinching my waist and ballet flats. I texted the guys that I wouldn't be riding with them tomorrow and finally tried to get some sleep. Not that it worked. My nerves were just getting more and more wired by the hour. I woke up earlier than usual to make sure that in case anything goes wrong, I could just call on Alice. Luckily, that didn't happen. I was able to fix myself up the way Alice told me to (Well, I tried to do as much as I was able to) and just finished early enough to get breakfast ready. After eating, I heard a honk. I grabbed my things and went into Alice's bright yellow Porsche. It suited her personality, I thought to myself. We arrived in the school parking lot and it was buzzing. Everyone was catching up, even if we were in a small town. It's time to see what my summer assignment got me, I thought to myself. I just hope it would get me a good reaction, because really, I don't want to be just one of the boys anymore. I just want to be Bella and only that. I got out of the car and saw the many faces gaping at me.
AN: This is my first one shot! Depending on the feedback that I get from this chapter, I will decide whether or not I'll continue it, so please review! Also, thank you to those who put this story on alert and their favorites list. :)
This was based on Katy Perry's song, "One of the Boys" because it's so stuck in my head. She's going to have a concert here too, so her songs are stuck even more. :)