Kiss in the Rain
Chapter 9
Ready for Love? Ready for Today?
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these chacthers or setting. I only own the plot. I wish I own the story though.
"I got it!" Nicole yells, springing up from the computer.
"What?" Zoey asked while walking over to the computer and Nicole.
"I found out 2Cute4U's favorite color!" she says in elation.
She signed off and walked to me. Zoey followed right behind her. Finally, Zoey is following Nicole rather than Nicole following Zoey like a little lost puppy. I thought it would never happen!
"Oh yeah he says he can't wait to see you," she sings.
I wonder why he answered Nicole's IM, he doesn't even know who she is. (Does he?) I guess it's okay by me... I just don't like the idea of him just answering IM's from strange girls. Maybe he really IS cute.
"Dana, your password is so easy," Nicole giggles, turning her back to get out some make-up.
"What! You guessed my password!" I yell, jumping out of Zoey's bed, I'm ready to kill.
"Yeah. It was so easy. First I guess Logan. Then I guessed LRismine and I was right!" she says happily, then she turns and sees my face." I thought it would be okay. I thought you wouldn't mind." she says as she start to walk backwards, retreating I think towards the door to try to make a safe escape.
"How did you guess that?" I ask. Am I really that transparent?
"Oh because my password is the same. But it is GDismine. You know for Glenn Davis." Nicole told us.
She's never told Zoey or I that she likes Glenn. She must really like him alot. I look at Zoey who looks at me with wide eyes, she's obviously quite shocked.
"Even after what he did to Zoey at the dance?" I ask.
"Well... I thought it was cute. I thought it showed how much he liked her and how much he'd go through, just to get a date with her. I never said anything about it, because I thought I would never have a chance because of how much he likes Zoey," Nicole who usually speaks as though she's been stuck on double time, is now speaking very slowly and looking down at the ground.
The pep in her voice was gone. Zoey and I rush over to her.
"He might like you," Zoey says, hurriedly.
'Great fill her head with lies' I think. I guess I'll do it too. It might work. I look at Nicole who could tell instantly what Zoey was doing, the girl isn't too bright, but she can see right through people.
"Hey, maybe now that Zoey and Chase are dating he get a clue that he and Zoey will never work out and go for you?" I say, thinking of something as clever as I can, quickly.
She looks up at me. I think she believes it. My lie does sound better than Zoey's little one... in all fairness. I bet Zoey's never lied in her entire life.
"You think it work?" she asks me.
I never seen Nicole liked this. It kinda scared me. The pep in her voice has vanished completely. The spark behind her eyes was no longer there. Her eyes are flooding and she looks ready to burst into tears. I nodded reassuringly. Is this what love does to you? If you can't get the one you want and need? Do I want to feel like that? I am really ready for love? If I fight back my love for him does it only end up causing me more pain?
"So?" Zoey said trying to change the conversation topic. "What is 2Cute4U's favorite color?"
"Oh, it's red," Nicole said, suddenly all the Glenn business was behind her and she was herself again.
"Yes!" I shout.
"Oh no. I wasn't going to let you get away with wearing red, not for a first date. So I asked him what his favorite color for a girl to wear, and he said yellow."
I might've known Nicole can only be smart when it comes to boys. At least it's only yellow and not pink.
"Umm... yeah. Whatever." I say with a sigh.
"So are we going to get you ready to go on your date or what?" Zoey asks. I look at her very sternly. "It is NOT a date. I like Logan," I hiss at her.
"Really. I thought you didn't like him any more?" Nicole says, thinking she missed something, which she obviously did.
"Look at what I found," I show them the letter.
"Wow. What does he mean... not hurt you?" Nicole says, looking at me for answers.
"I don't know," I admit.
"Wow," Zoey says, about 3 minutes after I showed them the note originally. She is such a slow reader!
"Yeah I know," I say, dismissing the fact she's slow.
"Well it's... weird. What does he mean?" she asked and I shrug.
"Not that look at the time. You've still got to meet that boy. It's already 4 o'clock. You gotta get ready." Nicole gabbles.
"I know..." I began.
"You have to get ready," Zoey says very slowly, they're determined not to let me talk about it. She throws me a towel.
"OK. I'm going, I'm going." I grab my stuff and go to take a shower.
I walk back to my room still towel-drying my hair. 'Time to get ready,' I think. I open the door to see hair dryers and curling irons and straighteners and make-up for everything all laid out in-front of me. I think they bought out all the stores in town. It's a bimbo's paradise.
"Time to get ready!" They shout, Nicole holds up a make-up bag and Zoey starts picking out clothes.
"Sit down!" Nicole orders
"Okay but remember, this is NOT a date. It is a meeting of two friends and that is all." I can't stress that enough to these two. "So I don't want to look TOO good," I say.
"Zoey and I had a great idea. You go down and meet that boy and do... whatever friends do when they meet. Then you stop by Logan's room and pay him a little visit. You take him to the beach to watch the sunset together. Tell him you like him and kiss him. Then he'll kiss you, and boom la." Nicole rants happily, as though she thought she knew what she was talking about.
I could only wish it was like that. It must be so much fun to be Nicole, living in a world where nothing goes wrong. Unfortunately life is not a fairy tale.
"Whatever," I say, rolling my eyes. I doubt I'll actually do it, but there is always a chance. "So what am I wearing?" I ask, slightly worried considering Nicole and Zoey's dress style is... not me.
"You are wearing a yellow halter top dress," Zoey says, pulling it out from her wardrobe.
"Okay." I say, rolling my eyes and turning my attention to Nicole.
"My hair?" I asked.
"Twisties!" She yells, holding up more hair accessories than I've ever seen before.
"Okay, whatever," I roll my eyes again, pretending I'm just barely satisfied with them, infract I'm ecstatic. But I won't show it.
"Well then, sit down," Nicole says, patting a chair, placed by the girls in the center of the room. I sit down cross legged. I grab a magazine and start to read, allowing Nicole to begin blow drying my hair, and Zoey to start work on my nails.
"So, Zoey?" Nicole says with a smirk, switching the hair dryer off. "What is up with you and Chase? "
"Well... he asked me out," Zoey says, filing my nails.
"I thought you guys were already going out?" I say, tearing my eyes from my magazine.
"No," Zoey says shaking her head. I'm seriously confused. Weren't they kissing at lunch?
I think Nicole sees the confusion on my face and begins to explain.
"You can kiss a boy but it doesn't mean you go out with him. He has to ask you out officially, that makes you and him official." Nicole says, pulling a clump of my hair back.
"So if you kiss a boy it doesn't mean you guys actually go out. Some boys just like to kiss and run. Those are the ones you have to watch out for. They are the players and the pretty boys. They don't care about girls, and they definitely don't respect us," Zoey says, switching my hands.
"Oh really," I say. I feel so dumb. How could I have not known that? I guess it is my fault. I was out playing basketball with the guys while the rest of the girls were talking about them and learning about their mysteries.
"So Nicole what exactly is up with you and Glenn?" I ask.
"Nothing. It'll always be that way. It's never going to change," Nicole says as once again her spirits changed. Zoey elbows me and I know what I've done wrong.
"How about this," I get out of my seat and grab my phone. Nicole and Zoey were screaming at me to come back, my nails are half painted and my hair is only half done.
I have a little something up my sleeve.
Thanks Ginger for all the help. You been really nice about it and made a big difference in this story.