"Riley!" I yell from in the kitchen. I walk tot he den. "Riley!" I walk to my room. "Riley!"
"What ever could it be, Ever?"
"Oh, there you are."
"Here I am," She says.
"You're wearing my clothes," I complain.
She is wearing my favorite purple hoody and my awesome ripped skinny jeans that I like (For once they are pretty cute considering I always wear baggy pants).
"Never mind the clothes. What did you want?" She asks looking irked.
"I have no one to talk to. So... you know anything about any celebrities I actually pay attention to?"
"Nah," she says as she walks over to my bed and falls back against the soft cushions. "Hey! Watch this."
She stands up, back to the bed and falls right through the bed and lands on the floor under it. She emerges in the middle of the bed standing part way on, part way in, and part way under the bed.
I find myself laughing at her.
"Can I give you a makeover?" She asks.
"Um, I guess. I didn't know you could."
"Come on," she ushers me over to my vanity.
She scrambles around my room finding everything she needs. Handing me a magazine, she spins the chair around so I can't see myself in the mirror. She worked quickly and quietly like she was a professional. She applied blush, eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, sparkles ( which she likes to call sprinkles for some reason), lip stick, and lip gloss. Before I'm allowed to see myself, she adds a double coat of red nail polish named, luscious apple, to my fingers and toes.
Finally, she spins me around. I couldn't believe how amazing I looked. My eyes looked smokey and mysterious. My lips looked healthy and full compared to how pale and thin they were before. My cheeks looked tan and pink.
"Can I do your hair, too," she asks pleadingly.
"Okay, I guess."
She gets my straightening iron and brush and begins to straighten my hair. She spins me back to the mirror again.
"I should get my hair straightened more often," I laugh.
Riley sprays my hair with some hairspray and rushes to my walk in closet.
"Why are you dressing me too?" Before it was even out of my mouth I knew. "Damen's coming to take me somewhere isn't he?"
"Maybe!" She sings.
When she returns, she has a purple mini dress in one hand and black strappy shoes in the other. I obediently change and come out to do a twirl and she claps.
Then the doorbell rings. Riley fills a Chanel purse with my cell phone and some other things and hands it to me.
"Good luck,"She says.
"Won't it be such a coincident that I dress amazingly and he shows up unannounced for a date?"
"No. He left a message on your phone, thinking you got it."
"Okay, thanks Riley," I say and head down stairs.
I open the door and he kisses my lips with a warmth that heats my whole body.
"You look beautiful," he whispers in my ear.
"Thank," I whisper back.
Then, we get in his car and pull out of the drive for our wonderful date.