Mina sako arigato ka-ka-ka-kawaii!
Aline Merrick, to her mother's dismay, had her radio on blast. Avril Lavigne's "Hello Kitty" boomed out of her speakers, despite her mother's constant reminders to 'turn that noise down'. Aline and her sister, Erin, sit on her bed sorting through old copies of Vogue Aline got from their Aunt Cecilia. Though the two are 3 years apart in age, they're closer with each other than they are with any of their peers. Always have been and, hopefully, always will be.
"Look at that skirt." Erin points to a picture of a woman in the magazine wearing a pink red pleaded skirt with a Scottish-looking logo on it. She doesn't recognize the model, but she recognized the label.
"That's cute." Aline says half-heartedly,she's not one for big reactions.
"Aline Merrick! Turn that music down!" Her mother calls from downstairs. She turns her radio all the way down letting the loud silence take it's place.
"Ya know,mom's got company down stairs." Erin says.
"Really? Who?" Aline, suddenly curious, lifts her gaze from her notebook.
"Some of dad's new clients. Davenports or something-"
"Davenports?"
"Yeah."
"Like-Tasha Davenport?"
"Yes."
Tasha Davenport was Aline's favorite news reporter. She thought she was so funny and loved her stories. They weren't about death or poverty or the world's ever depressing problems, they were just trivial interesting facts like Michigan-shaped potatoes and babies that look like ex-presidents. Whenever she has a bad day she turns on her channel and feels a little better. Now, Tasha Davenport is in her house.
"I think mom wanted us to come down later when their kids get here." Erin adds, almost as an after thought, flipping a page in her book.
"And when were you going to tell me this?" Aline asks, annoyed. Erin shrugs.
"Now, I guess."
Aline kicks her legs off her bed and stands, heading to her closet.
"Well we have to get ready we have to-" She cuts off, looking through her clothes when she realizes...
"Oh my gosh, I have nothing to wear."
Erin re-positions her leg underneath her.
"What are you talking about? Aunt Cece just took us shopping last week."
Aline searches through every item in her closet. "Well, I didn't get anything for this occasion."
"What occasion? Aline-" she stops, getting to her feet and crossing the room, pushing Aline over for room and pulling out a blush pink mini-dress with an off shoulder portrait neckline and tapered short sleeves to bare your collarbones. Deluxe fabric forms a lined bodice for the perfect fit. The gleaming mini-skirt is flared and made versatile with side pockets.
"There. Okay? Just put it on." Erin says, carefully throwing the dress at her sister.
"Thank you." Aline says sincerely.
"It's what I'm here for." And she walks out, leaving Aline alone again in her thoughts and the silence they bring.
