Thanks to everyone who read my story. A huge thanks to SON OF FEAR and livliv04 who followed. I think this answers your question. I was supposed to put this on Fanfiction yesterday but my laptop was playing up and deleted all my work. Anyway, on with the story!
I threw myself up, with a scream caught in my throat, narrowly missing Mother.
'Emily!' she screeched,' we're at Nevada airport and we ne- IS THAT SWEAT?' I yelped and cover my ears.
'You are a lady and ladies NEVER sweat- EVER!' she shouted at me, pacing up and down the airplane. Father turned around and glared at me and Mother.
'Veronica! Emily! Be quiet! I have had enough of fighting! We are on holiday so act like it!' I felt tears spring into my eyes. Father has never shouted at me.
I ran off of the airplane onto the weird metal tall steps.
'Emily! Look I didn't mean it! I'm sorry! Emily!' Father yelled. Too late for sorry-ies, I thought. I nearly tripped but the wind seemed to be on my side since it was blowing towards the door of the airplane.
I regained my footing and got to the end of the stairs. I jumped off and dashed to the small buggy thing which takes us to the airport. Rachel was already on it.
'Emily!' she said, balancing me,' What's wrong? I could hear Dad shouting from here.' Rachel stared into my eyes. I started to cry. Rachel looked like she got the picture,
'Oh, Emily' she grabbed me and started to rub my back soothingly. She let me go when I started to quiet down. I rubbed at my eyes to get any run away makeup off of my face.
'You know, I heard there was an arcade down at the hotel. You wanna come with me?' she asked.
'I mean you don't have to, but it seems like fun and-' I cut her off.
'Yeah, I'd like to.' I stopped.
'Rachel?' I asked her in a whiny way.
'What do you want?' I grinned.
'You know before we go to the arcade?'
'Yeah,' she said, dragging out the -eah,' can we go shopping?'
'For who?' she forced out.
'For me!' She smiled and nodded. I laughed.
'Yay!'
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'Emily?' Rachel asked me.
'Yeah?' I said.
'What kind of clothes do you want?' I pretended to think about it really hard.
'Hmmm. Maybe some mini-skirts, low-cut t-shirts,' I stopped seeing the look on Rachel's face.
'I'm joking!' I threw my hands up.
'I'd like some jeans, t-shirts, trainers. Things that you wear.' I said.
Let me tell you something, guys. Never let one Rachel Dare take you shopping for clothes that she wears. She has a good taste in style, but she takes for HOURS. In normal cases, she is not like Mother, not one bit. But when she is shopping for clothes that she (or someone else, take your pick) wears, she is like a MANIAC.
Even so, at the end of the shopping trip, Rachel and I were laughing our heads off. I had forgotten how much fun she can be.
We ran up the stairs to my bedroom for me to change.
Rachel said that she will choose the clothes. I will never, EVER, doubt Rachel ever again.
She handed me the clothes and I went in the bathroom to change into them.
Let say something, Rachel can sure pick clothes. She gave me an on-shoulder off-shoulder t-shirt of the American flag, with a black hat, and black jeans. She gave me some black UGG Boots, to go with it.
When I got out, Rachel looked at me and clapped her hands together. She gestured for me to come over.
'There's just one thing which isn't right!' I looked at her, not knowing what she would say.
'The makeup!' I oohed and sat on the chair and let Rachel do what she had to do. She wiped all of the unnecessary makeup off and just put simple black eyeliner on, to make my blue eyes pop and she brushed out my waist-length black hair.
She let me stand and look in the mirror. I looked so nice. Rachel is the best.
I voiced my opinion.
'It wasn't me, Emily.' Rachel said, 'It was you. You just needed the right clothes and makeup to look really nice.' I hugged her.
'Can we go to the arcade now?' I asked her.
'Oh, I forgot about that. Of course we can!'
When we got there, literally all eyes went on us. I had gotten Rachel to get some new thing, too, and she wore them, with some makeup.
She was wearing a white t-shirt which said 'SHORT GIRLS GOD ONLY LET THINGS GROW UNTIL THEY'RE PERFECT. SOME OF US DIDN'T TAKE AS LONG AS OTHERS'. The shirt made me laugh so much since when I saw it, I knew it was definitely made for Rachel since I am eleven years old and I am a few inches taller than Rachel, who is now fourteen.
She was wearing black jeans and some trainers. Rachel had brushed out her mid-back length hair so it looked silky and soft. She also had put some eyeliner on, it made her green eyes look even greener.
I saw an old machine where you had to arm wrestle with the machine itself. It was also from the movie The Princess Diaries. Both Rachel and I have loved that movie ever since it came out and Rachel is the biggest fan ever.
We once had a fight about who was the biggest fan of The Princess Diaries and Rachel pulled out a clump of my hair. I'm never going to fight her again. I poked Rachel and showed her the machine.
'Oh my God!' she squealed, sounding much like Mother. I winced, covered my ears and glared at her.
Did I also mention that she has a bucket list and on that bucket list is to arm wrestle with that machine? I told you she was a big fan.
'Sorry,' Rachel said.
'Go on, then' I pushed Rachel in the direction of the machine. She didn't need much help after that.