The Harrington Property
Dylan's Closet
Friday, September 7
6:34 PM
iCandy was hanging at Eliana's house this week because Massie didn't let Cosette entertain when she was on business trips. They were hiding in Eliana's mom's giant closest looking through clothes to see if they could fit into anything. Dylan didn't mind of course, she got tons of free clothes from her famous TV show, MARVELOUS MARVILS, anyway.
"This is cute!" Rosalie pulled out a red dress.
"Given." Romera sighed, sounding depressed.
"Ya Kk?" Came a muffled voice of Eliana as she chomped on kettle corn.
"Huh?" Romera giggled for the first time that night.
"Are you okay?" Cosette explained for her.
"Bad Gossip?" Jenna pulled a silky black material off a shelf and peered at it as if inspecting it like a judge.
"Given." Romera sighed again, pulling the silk from Jenna's hand and throwing it back on the shelf, So 2008, she mouthed to her.
Jenna nodded like she understood and continued searching.
"Points?" Cosette pretended to be interested in an old Abercrombie and Fitch polo.
"30." She fell onto a leather chair and stretched out her legs.
Cosette gasped. She didn't even get that many points for "Sofia Pine went into the men's bathroom" She only got 24. Rosalie got 18 points when she claimed that the lunch lady told Tori Brook fix her hair, when she just got it cut and blown out. But no one had got a solid 30 before.
"Are planning on working in BP?" Cosette asked.
"No," She rolled her eyes and picked up a pair of Marc Jacobs pumps and checked the tag.
"Then I want you to spill, tell me!" She fought a smile, but when everyone else laughed she cackled.
"I have this feeling that Sean doesn't like me anymore." Romera looked at her toenails and the girls ran over to her and awwed.
"What did he say?" Jenna braided a strand of her hair.
"He didn't return my texts! An-A-And he didn't talk to me at awl after we traded fro-yo." She gasped.
Eliana ran out of the room and others continues patting Romera on the back and encouraging her.
"Here," Eliana dropped the MACBOOK on Rosalie's lap. "Power it on."
Cosette leaned over and tapped the POWER button.
It buzzed on and Rosalie quickly logged onto AIM. Three people were on: Logan Plovert, Sean Baxter, and Matt Hurley.
She quickly clicked on Sean's name.
ROSE-A-LEE: Hey!
.SEAN: Yes?
ROSE-A-LEE: What up w/ U and R?
.SEAN: Oh... that.
Romera gasped loudly.
ROSE-A-LEE: Oh, what?
.SEAN: She isn't very nice...
ROSE-A-LEE: Huh?
.SEAN: GTG! C U Soon.
Rosalie's mouth formed an O as she turned around to face the girls. Romera rubbed her face in a pink cashmere sweater.
"I'm sure he doesn't mean it like that." Cosette calmed her.
"It's fine, I will just be super nice to him." She finally smiled.
The all sighed and let out the breath that they had been holding.
Romera pulled out her compact and wiped off her mascara stained cheeks.
"I mean, it's nawt like he would stop crushing on you!" Jenna piped in and handed her the red minidress they looked at before.
She felt the material as if inspecting it for diseases and when she scanned it all, she went to change into it.
"Yeah! Your'e right..." Romera giggled as she came out.
10! Was the first thing that came to Cosette's mind, but she didn't answer yet. She had to admit that Romera looked good. The red dress fit her like a glove and the Marc Jacobs booties gave it a sweet tone. The clutch and matching belt held the whole together and her confident smile gave her that "I know how good I look" attitude.
"Ten!" Rosalie beat her to it.
"Ah-greed!" Cosette smiled, proud of her friends.
"Now give ma that cohm-pa-yuter!" Romera reached for the laptop, drawing out every syllable.
She pulled up her email and added Sean's into the address. She snapped a pic of herself and added it to the email.
Sean,
Hey! It's Romera! I was just at the Soup Kitchen helping people when I remembered that we haven't talked in weeks. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out some time? Please call me soon so I can find a time when I'm not tutoring young kids. Thanks in advance,
Romera =)
"Soup Kitchen?" Cosette twirled a piece of hair.
"Tutoring?" Eliana stuttered and tripped over a Navy t-shirt.
"I told you I was going to be nice!" She innocently objected.
"But that's lying." Rosalie looked into her brown eyes.
"Point." She sighed and hid her face in old Seven jeans, because if she didn't figure this out, she would be as last season as the jeans.