Relena woke to the sun shining straight in her eyes, blinding her until she rolled out of bed. Grabbing a pair of cut-off camouflage shorts and a black tank top she walked into the bathroom to clean herself up. As she brushed her teeth, she reached don and turned on the radio she always kept in there.
Stepping into the shower, she hummed along to the Led Zeppelin song that had come on. After her shower, Relena pulled her wet hair into a long braid that reached halfway down her back. She reached into her jewelry box and pulled out her dog tag necklace. Pulling it over her head, she walked down to her kitchen. As she looked in the pantry, she thought of the previous night. "I wonder what it would be like if he actually called?" she mumbled. Grabbing a box of Wheates, she sat down at the old wooden table. Just then, the phone rang. Jumping up, she gasped. Quickly picking it up, she tried to control her speeding heart. "Hello?" her voice betrayed her nervousness.
"Relena? It's me, Darcie. Are you okay? You sound like you are hiding something." Relena's friend and co-worker blurted.
"Come over and I'll tell you the whole story. I swear you won't believe me!" Fifteen minutes later, Relena opened the door to reveal her friend.
Darcie had everything Relena wished she herself had. Darcie was 5'8'', and all leg. Her silky dark hair cascaded down her back like the night shy. It contrasted perfectly with her clear, slightly tanned skin. Relena noticed how her friend's tube top and mini skirt shoed off her large bust and perfect bust. Compared to Darcie, Relena felt like a dog in comparison to the marvel standing next to her. "Don't you dare even think it!" Darcie exclaimed, noticing how Relena jealously stared at her. "You know you're just as pretty as me!"
Relena doubted that. With her 5'6'' frame, she was shorter than most of her friends. Her blond hair hung straight down her back, and down to her waist. She had green eyes that she disliked greatly; always commenting on how she wished they were blue, instead. She had a slightly smaller bust than many women her age and her legs were skinny did; though they were long. Of course, that's not how others viewed her. They saw shining golden hair, sparkling green eyes, the perfect bust, and toned legs. "Whatever. Come on in."
"Well-" she exclaimed while slipping inside and shutting the door, "What happened?" Relena immediately brightened.
"You know how I sometimes go to the tennis courts in the park at night, so I can be alone to play tennis?"
"Yeah."
"Well, you'll never believe who I met there!"
"..."
"Well...Guess!"
"Um...what's that guy's name? The one you saw in the park last week that asked you out?" Darcie looked very proud of herself.
"NO! Heero Yuy!" Relena squealed in delight. "Can you believe it?"
"Oh my gosh! Are you kidding? You have to be sick! Did you faint? What's he like? Is he as cute in real life? Is he nice? How long did you talk?" Darcie bombarded all at once.
"He is even more attractive...if that is possible! And he was so polite! We played tennis until midnight! And you won't believe what he asked me right as I was getting into the car!" Relena was nearly hyperventilating, anticipating what her friend's reaction would be like.
"Um...your name?"
"My phone number!!!" Darcie squealed with delight, while Relena calmed down. Darcie's easy excitement often got to Relena, and Relena always ended up getting hurt by someone when that happened. "But I'm not his type. I can tell. Want me to see if he'll go out with you?" She couldn't let herself get hurt... not again. She was still hurting from Andrew. Andrew was her former fiancé, whom she had discovered was a cross-dresser - and cheating on her.
"No! You will go out with him! We will just have to make you his type. Anyway...haven't you wanted a makeover for a while now?" When Relena nodded, Darcie grabbed her friend's arm and pulled her out to the car. "Then lets go!"
"Wanting a makeover has nothing to do with this! I won't be hurt again!" But her friend just wouldn't listen. Eventually, after being forcefully pushed into the car, she fastened her seatbelt. "I better not look bad!" she exclaimed with a sigh of defeat. 'Just because I get a makeover doesn't mean he has to see me!'
Stepping into the shower, she hummed along to the Led Zeppelin song that had come on. After her shower, Relena pulled her wet hair into a long braid that reached halfway down her back. She reached into her jewelry box and pulled out her dog tag necklace. Pulling it over her head, she walked down to her kitchen. As she looked in the pantry, she thought of the previous night. "I wonder what it would be like if he actually called?" she mumbled. Grabbing a box of Wheates, she sat down at the old wooden table. Just then, the phone rang. Jumping up, she gasped. Quickly picking it up, she tried to control her speeding heart. "Hello?" her voice betrayed her nervousness.
"Relena? It's me, Darcie. Are you okay? You sound like you are hiding something." Relena's friend and co-worker blurted.
"Come over and I'll tell you the whole story. I swear you won't believe me!" Fifteen minutes later, Relena opened the door to reveal her friend.
Darcie had everything Relena wished she herself had. Darcie was 5'8'', and all leg. Her silky dark hair cascaded down her back like the night shy. It contrasted perfectly with her clear, slightly tanned skin. Relena noticed how her friend's tube top and mini skirt shoed off her large bust and perfect bust. Compared to Darcie, Relena felt like a dog in comparison to the marvel standing next to her. "Don't you dare even think it!" Darcie exclaimed, noticing how Relena jealously stared at her. "You know you're just as pretty as me!"
Relena doubted that. With her 5'6'' frame, she was shorter than most of her friends. Her blond hair hung straight down her back, and down to her waist. She had green eyes that she disliked greatly; always commenting on how she wished they were blue, instead. She had a slightly smaller bust than many women her age and her legs were skinny did; though they were long. Of course, that's not how others viewed her. They saw shining golden hair, sparkling green eyes, the perfect bust, and toned legs. "Whatever. Come on in."
"Well-" she exclaimed while slipping inside and shutting the door, "What happened?" Relena immediately brightened.
"You know how I sometimes go to the tennis courts in the park at night, so I can be alone to play tennis?"
"Yeah."
"Well, you'll never believe who I met there!"
"..."
"Well...Guess!"
"Um...what's that guy's name? The one you saw in the park last week that asked you out?" Darcie looked very proud of herself.
"NO! Heero Yuy!" Relena squealed in delight. "Can you believe it?"
"Oh my gosh! Are you kidding? You have to be sick! Did you faint? What's he like? Is he as cute in real life? Is he nice? How long did you talk?" Darcie bombarded all at once.
"He is even more attractive...if that is possible! And he was so polite! We played tennis until midnight! And you won't believe what he asked me right as I was getting into the car!" Relena was nearly hyperventilating, anticipating what her friend's reaction would be like.
"Um...your name?"
"My phone number!!!" Darcie squealed with delight, while Relena calmed down. Darcie's easy excitement often got to Relena, and Relena always ended up getting hurt by someone when that happened. "But I'm not his type. I can tell. Want me to see if he'll go out with you?" She couldn't let herself get hurt... not again. She was still hurting from Andrew. Andrew was her former fiancé, whom she had discovered was a cross-dresser - and cheating on her.
"No! You will go out with him! We will just have to make you his type. Anyway...haven't you wanted a makeover for a while now?" When Relena nodded, Darcie grabbed her friend's arm and pulled her out to the car. "Then lets go!"
"Wanting a makeover has nothing to do with this! I won't be hurt again!" But her friend just wouldn't listen. Eventually, after being forcefully pushed into the car, she fastened her seatbelt. "I better not look bad!" she exclaimed with a sigh of defeat. 'Just because I get a makeover doesn't mean he has to see me!'