A/N: Hey there, people! Thanks for reading my story- I appreciate it!
I really would like it if you guys would comment on what you think. Getting feedback is what I love. Constructive stuff is nice, too.
And- er, I'm not too sure this came out too peachy. I'm not the best at writing the cheery 'Yay!' stuff. I promise, though, that after the story takes a dip for the dark side the writing will be better.
Disclaimer: No pwnage of the Joker going on here- just Adrienne, Zoey, and the plot. :)
I awoke to sun's rays peeking in through the bedroom window. The warm beams kissed my cheeks and prodded my eyes eagerly, telling me it was morning time at last. Its glowing embrace welcomed me so lovingly to the brand new day. Sluggishly I began to rouse from my laying position. Orbs of emerald glanced at Eeyore, his gloomy expression was tinted with that festive smile again. "Nine o'clock… sweet."
Slightly to my pleasure yet still to my displeasure no dreams disturbed my sleep that night. Yes, it was nice that I could catch up on some much needed 'Z's, but the fact that I did not get to explore the wondrous fantasy land upset me. Those exciting illusions were what I slept for. Without them I wouldn't have the slightest desire to shut my eyes when the world went dark. To me, sleeping was merely a waste of useful time. Nothing more.
A yawn escaped the confines of my mouth and leapt out from my red lips. Slender arms reached above my head as I stretched the unused muscles; joints popping from their stiffness. Hopping up from the embrace of the blankets I moseyed on over to my mirror. The image that met my eyes was short from hysterical.
Black hair stuck out on end at odd places, making me vaguely resemble Pippy Long Stockings. My face was marked red by the creases of my pillowcase- an interesting design, no doubt. Clothing was tussled about and lay awkwardly on my thin frame. I stifled a fit of giggles as I observed my state of unkemptness. I attempted to smooth down the wild locks and straighten out my clothes; it was all futile, though. Everything simply jumped back to the way it was right after. With a huff of aggravation I roamed into the kitchen.
The aroma of fresh pancakes intermixed with the ever-present scent of lemons. This mixture may sound quite strange but it brought my senses to a point of rapture. The delicious sour-sweet blending with the sugary bread- delightful.
Ripping off a piece of the flat bread I hungrily shoved it into my mouth. Never have I put syrup on pancakes; the way it seeped into the little caverns and made them soggy repulsed me. The texture itself upset my stomach. Only whipped cream would be slopped onto these cakes of wonder; nothing more.
I slid onto the lumpy and worn recliner that I loved so very much, grinning cheekily. Its mouth devoured me as I sunk myself in deeper. This chair was so old and held many memories, there's no way I would ever get rid of it even if it smelled like dead fish.
Obnoxious banging and screeching filled my home as the Saturday morning cartoons turned on. Though childish they were, I loved these cute little animations. Their constant gaiety always uplifted my mood. Laughter occasionally rang out, so loud that it overshadowed the high volume of the television.
My eyes shone brightly as I watched the ongoing antics of Tom & Jerry. Always they were trying to outsmart each other for dominance of the house. I loved how the roles were switched, how it was out of the norm. Rather than the usual cat and mouse chase, the mouse overruled and beat the cat into oblivion. Then in comes the unruly bulldog and protects the little creature- its evil scowl frightening the cat away.
"Dumb cat," I rang out between my fits of giggles. "When is he going to learn that it's useless?" Shaking my head in dismay I watched as they hunted one another. "Give up, Tom! Jerry will always outsmart you, no matter how much you wish it wasn't true!" I screamed at the TV as though they could actually hear me. I knew this wouldn't happen, though. Despite their animosity towards the other they enjoyed their little game and didn't want it to end. The idiotic dog didn't quite understand this, though, and always ruined the fun.
As usual the show ended with a triumphant mouse and devastated cat. I sighed and shook my head disapprovingly, "I warned ya, Tom. Maybe you should learn from your lessons." I scolded the silly cat. No matter, it would never happen. They would always be too engrossed in what they were doing to pay attention.
The phone rang suddenly, nearly making me jump out of my skin. "Bloody hell…" I hissed out as I calmed slightly. I hated how someone always called at the most random of times.
Zoey Rowe, I read on the caller ID. With a squeal of joy I snatched up the phone and clutched it tightly. I haven't talked to my best friend in a few days now and missed it. She was always the highlight of my day. "Zoey!"
"Adrienne!" She squealed out excitedly. Obviously she felt the same as I; no surprise there. We had been practically inseparable since grade school.
"What's up?" I questioned feverishly. Usually when she took the time to call me it meant something interesting would happen. She had been scheming something- something evil in her mind full of shopping sprees and rich boys.
"Well- I was just wondering…" She paused to create suspense. I could hear that smirk that she had smacked on her rounded face. "If." Patience was never my thing and she very well knew this.
"Just say it already!" I snapped angrily, deathly gripping onto the phone as my temper flared. My green eyes darkened considerably as annoyance pumped through my veins readily.
"Take a chill pill, babe." Zoey giggled out as she relished in how easily she was able to push my buttons and set me off. "I was just wondering if you wanted to go shopping with me." She finished non-chalantly.
"Uh- dur? You don't even have to ask me!" I didn't understand why she did this- she knew I would want to go with her. I would do anything with her. Zoey was my life source, my everything. Without her I don't know if I could survive in this world. Platonically, of course. "Where are we going?"
"Oh… I have a place in mind." Zoey said mischievously. This was never a good thing to come from her. Last time she said this we ended up in a pretty sticky situation.
"I'm not sure if I should trust you." I cautiously said. "When you say something like that we end up in a sex shop for gay men." I remembered that little adventure as though it was yesterday.
Zoey had called me just as today, inviting me to a store that she dared not to tell about. She said she had seen an add about it in the paper and that I would be pleasantly surprised when we got there. Boy was I surprised! I had been expecting to walk into a clothing store considering Zoey is constantly buying more clothes. That was certainly not the case, though.
Instead what we stepped into was an extravagant little shop with rainbow everything. Scantily dressed men were looking through racks full of risqué man-lingerie; animal print thongs, lacey thongs, etc. Pictures of male genitalia were strewn over the otherwise bare walls. I had run out of that place white faced and wide-eyed. The statement, "My poor virgin eyes," didn't come close to describe how I was feeling right then.
"Oh, shut up!" Zoey pouted in disdain. "I can't help it if my mind gets all fuzzy when I see the words, 'Hot men,' any where." Zoey was right on this. She never was able to control herself when it came to the opposite sex. Ever since we were but 10 she threw herself on all of the pretty boys.
"Yeah- it was saying that they wanted those hot men to come in and buy some kinky sex toys and man-thongs!"
"I'm coming to pick you up in an hour. Be ready, doll, or I'm leaving you."
"Love ya, babe." I cooed to her.
"Uh-huh." She chided before hanging up the receiver with a click.
I hurriedly got myself ready for the day, an hour really wasn't much time. I showered and combed out my wild hair so that it would finally sit flat on my head. Dressed in loose clothing with a pair of flip-flops; if we were getting clothes I wanted it to be easy to change.
I was putting on a bit of eye shadow when the front door burst open with a bang. "Come, my darling! I have come to…" Zoey paused to create a dramatic effect, "Take you away." In she ran and scavenged my home in search of me- eagerly looking in each door. Her soft blue eyes sparkled with mischief as she plodded through the hall.
I stepped from my bedroom and eyed this intruder skeptically, hands on my hips. "What do you think you're doing here?"
"Kidnapping my slave, of course." Zoey giggled maniacally. She threw her hands up as she chuckled darkly. "Let us… shop!" She pounced on me and grabbed my wrists forcefully. Squeaking in shock, I struggled under her hold. Though she still was able to bind my hands together.
"No, no! Anything but this torture that you put me through!" I cried out, begging her to let me go. My eyes welled up and my body shook violently with mock-fear.
Blue met green as we gazed at one another silently. We were soon in a heap on the floor, laughing hysterically. "Oh, goodness!" Zoey chocked out between giggles. "You would be a wonderful actor, my dear."
I wanted to respond but my laughing stopped me from doing so. I was able to only mutter sounds of nonsense. Finally we calmed out laughter and stood. "Do with me as you wish, master." I said with a bowed head, my cuffed hands outstretched for Zoey to grab.
"I certainly will!" Zoey pulled on my arms and forced me into her car. Off we drove to the secret destination.
Soon we arrived at a little boutique in the outskirts of town. Other shops of similar looks outlined the cracking parking lot. The Missouri weather was to blame for the giant ditches in the dark cement. Here in this wonderful land it can go from burning hot one day to freezing cold and snowing the next. Being in the Midwest as we were meant that we got both the cold fronts from up north and warm fronts from the south.
Risqué clothing was on display in the large window. I raised an eyebrow and quizzically looked at Zoey. "Another sex shop? Really… I thought we already went over this." Zoey glared darkly at me as she gave me a nice smack on the arm.
"Shut up… it's not a sex shop." Zoey barked at me. "I'm sure this time."
I cautiously stepped into the entry way of the store, peering around nervously. I honestly expected there to be overly muscular men waltzing around with crazy leather whips in their hands and spiked collars on.
Tile floor and white walls was all that I saw. To my relief it was a simple lingerie store, not some plush shop with plastic playthings and fuzzy handcuffs lining every wall. Rather, beautifully sewn undergarments were hanging up every where.
"Told ya." Zoey said defiantly, smirking at me in bliss. Finally she actually did something right; there were no strange circumstances to come of our shopping today.
"That you did." I said, truly in shock at how nice everything was. No matter how strange this may sound, I was proud of her.
I breezed through the store and searched through all of the pairs of lacey underwear and push-up bras. Nothing seemed to catch my interest; everything had such pale colors that would just drain me of life.
I was about to walk out the door in frustration and wait for Zoey in the car, or maybe go through the other stores, when a lovely purple and green ensemble caught my eye. Green lace blanketed the beautiful purple satin that made up the bra and boy shorts. The two most amazing colors were so skillfully mixed together in this gorgeous set. I snatched them up and pranced off to the dressing room.
Gingerly stepping from behind the crimson curtains I looked into the full length mirror. A smile graced my lips as I gazed at myself in awe. Everything fit me like a glove. The bra gently pushed up my bosom, making it look fuller. The boy shorts covered my bottom and hips so perfectly. I was delectable…
"Here I come, world!" Zoey yelled out from her dressing room. "Prepare to be astonished." Her hand ripped open the soft curtain and glided out from behind. She stood with her hands held above her, showing off her body for all to see. Her head snapped in my direction and immediately she began to gush. "Adrienne… that looks so perfect on you!"
Red crawled up my pale cheeks from her complement. I bashfully looked at the rather interesting ground while fidgeting with my fingers. "Thanks…" I wasn't used to getting complements yelled at me with such jealousy. Hell, I wasn't used to complements at all. I had always been the girl hiding in the corner while her best friend was worshipped like a god.
"Who knew you had such a body!" Zoey exclaimed while looking me over. She, herself, had on quite a nice number. A baby blue bikini style pair of underwear hugged her bottom; a bra of the same color covering her chest. It was gorgeous, obviously. As was her body.
"Zoey… look at you. You look great, too." I said in an attempt to get the attention off of me. Of course this didn't work, though. Zoey shook her head violently and pointed a finger at me.
"Nah-ah, Hun. Compared to you I'm as bland as can be." She retorted with a scolding look. "You should buy that, babe. It was made for you."
"You think so?" I asked while looking myself over in the mirror again. I couldn't deny it; it really did seem as though this was made specifically for me. It was completely my taste, everything down to the clasp of the bra.
"No second thoughts."
"Alright… I'll buy it." I said with a curt nod. "You have to buy that, though." I wanted to make sure I got her into this, too. She really deserved to have something like that, but I know she wouldn't buy it unless I told her to.
"Fine with me." She said with a broad smile reaching from ear-to-ear.
As we walked out of the store, bags in hand, Zoey turned to me with a look of contemplation. "Ya know I haven't had a sleep-over in ages." She tested with raised eyebrows. I could see the question that was to come next and had an answer ready. "What do you say, babe?"
"Yeah. It would be loads of fun." I said, "We've got to do all of the old teenager things, too."
"Oh, certainly. We have to gossip, do facials, watch a movie, and pig out on high calorie foods." Zoey beamed with glee, grinning like the mad-man she really is.
My body tingled in excitement as I thought of the things we could do. To be honest, I was quite excited for gossiping. I wanted be a bitch and talk about people I barely knew. It may sound cruel, but all women have this inner desire.