She pulled the curling iron away from her long brown locks, the few strands immediatly scrunching up into a soft curl. A smile graced her lips as she stared intently into the mirror. Her eyes were lined heavily with black make-up, causing them to look fuller, yet they were toned down tremendously by soft baby blue eye shadow.
Lindsi stepped backwards slightly so that she could attempt to view her entire body in the small mirror. The baby blue halter top she wore fit closely to her curves and fell to her belly button, however, enough that the small navel ring glistened in the light. A pair of low-rise dark demin whisker wash jeans gave the outfit a flashy touch and was topped off with a baby blue glitter belt.
Laughing, she spun around in front of the mirror allowing her recently curled hair to have a wind blown look. Once she stopped, she stared at her reflection for a moment before telling herself that she looked ten times better than Barbie ever could.
"How are you feeling?" a familiar voice questioned. Lindsi spun toward the open door to find Tyler there, leaning against the door frame. His arms were crossed his chest and his head tilted to the side slightly as he took in her image. "Although, why I asked, I'm not sure. You seem to be taking the morning well."
"How could I not take it well," Lindsi laughed, "this body is hang-over resistant. Okay, so maybe it isn't, but I've got a day date with Kyle and I'm not letting a little headache weight me down."
"A what?" Tyler inquired, a bemused look suddenly washing over his face.
Lindsi smirked, however didn't answer him right away and turned back to check herself over in the mirror. "It's a date," she rolled her eyes slightly, "A date during the day...a day date." Turning back around to look at him, Linds added, "do I look okay? Or do I look like some kind of hooker?"
"You look great," he stated blankly.
Lindsi shot him a dirty look, "you sound real convincing." Sighing heavily, she turned away from him quickly, examining herself for the fifth or sixth time that day. She looked for any flaw, any make-up blotch, anything that wasn't perfected. However, she couldn't find anything different than the last time she checked.
"I'm sorry," he shot, his canadian accent mixed in slightly to give him a more forgivable tone. "It's just that my mind isn't exactly all here. But, seriously, you look great."
Her attention returned back to him, he did look a little distant. "Well, what exactly is on your mind?" she wondered outloud. Tyler shifted and spun away from Lindsi, his eyes darting up and down the hall quickly as if he was checking to see if they were alone. Than, he returned his gaze back to his long time friend.
"Brooke seemed really shaken up last night," he muttered, "is she...um, alright?"
Lindsi laughed, "I'm glad that you're so concerned about my friends well being. And yes, she is fine. Drank something that didn't agree with her too well and a guy kissed her. Something she obviously didn't want. At least, that is what I made out of her ranting last night."
Tyler bit his lip cautiously, his eyes drifting away from Lindsi again. "Are you sure that she didn't kiss somebody?"
"Are you kidding me? She doesn't like to be touched...by anyone," she pointed out, unzipping her make-up bag once again and pulling out a tube of clear lip gloss. Untwisting the top of the tube, she pulled out the stick and gently applied it to her lips.
"What do you mean by that?" he suddenly spat out.
Lindsi shrugged, "she really doesn't explain it. Just says she hates it, and I never question her. I haven't a reason to question her and I guess if she wanted to explain, she would of by now." Quickly she replaced all of her skattered make-up back into the bag. She turned back to Tyler before speaking up again, "If you go into the other room, you know, other than the bedroom, be quiet. Brookie needs to get as much rest as possible."
Tyler just nodded, half listening to her and half lost in thought. Lindsi laughed a little, and pushed her way out of the small bathroom. "I'm off to see Kyle," she made clear as she gave him a little wave, "have fun today, I'll be home later sometime."
She trotted down the hall, a bright smile plastered across her face. She knew that she looked great, and she had a guy to impress. This definatly would do the trick. As she passed the kitchen counter, she snatched up her purse that she previously had filled with essantials.
Just as she was about to leave the trailer, she glanced over her shoulder to see Brooke was still sleeping peacefully in one of the armchairs. Her blond hair flopping aimlessly in her face, the soft blanket yanked tightly around her curled up figure. Suddenly, she had a gut feeling to stay with Brooke because she knew that when she woke up, she would want to talk.
"I'm sorry, babe," Lindsi whispered, brushing the hair out of her face and stepping out of the trailer into the bright sunlight. She was once again greeted by the noticable smell of Malibu, something she was already sure that she would miss when she went back home. It was slightly altered this morning, it didn't have such a new flavour to it that it had the first night, and it wasn't as bittersweet as it was last night. It was just comforting.
She glanced down at her watch, actually, Brooke's watch to be exact. It would be another ten minutes before the scheduled time to meet Kyle outside of Shellfish's. But who said that it wasn't good to show up early? Keep him on his toes.
Laughing, she headed down the boardwalk towards the familiar resturant. She could barely see it in the distance, yet, she could picture it exactly how it was. The signs shut off, the inside a ghostly, hidden vast space. Not a soul wandering around. But, standing on boardwalk in front of it, would be Kyle. It would brighten the entire eerie feeling of the place.
However, when she reached the resturant, it was the total opposite than she had expected. The outside lights were shut off, but the inside was lit brightly by many candles. She could see them through the large picture window. She advanced closer to the front door and tried the door, it opened with ease.
"Kyle?" she called, her eyes darting around the resturant. He appeared a moment later, dressed in just a plain black shirt and khaki shorts, a charming smile playing the corner of his lips. "What is this all about?" she muttered, motioning with her hand towards the table in the middle of the room that was surrounded by candles.
He laughed gently, "when I told you that I had something special planned for lunch, I didn't mean eating at any of those crappy taco places along the boardwalk or spending time eating in local hangouts. I wanted to do something that was different, something that will stick in your mind forever. Our real first date."
"So you brought me where you work at night?" Lindsi stated, "what could be so special about this? I mean, it is a normal seafood resturant."
He grinned, "Not exactly. The food is a lot better here."
"And what makes you so sure?"
"Because, I cooked it for you."
*
Brooke opened her eyes hesitantly, a hand immediatly flying up to her warm forehead. Staring at the roof of the trailer for a few seconds, she kept her body still, adjusting to the afternoon light that seeped through the blinds that covered the windows. Also, by staying still she hoped to weaken the immense pain the struck through the general vicinity of her head.
"I'm dying," she moaned, letting her eyes glide back shut. She wasn't talking to anyone in particular, in fact, she was just insighting how she felt outloud. Letting out a large breath of air, she opened her eyes slightly again and pulled herself up into a sitting position. As expected, her head began to spin and the pounding became sharper for a few moments.
Once she was sure that she had adjusted enough to her new position, she gingerly swung her legs off of the arm chair. Brooke attempted to stand up, and she was able to keep her stance. Grinning falsely, she slowly began to make her way towards the other end of the trailer, heading in the direction of the bathroom.
"Is anyone here?" she called out weakly, just before she pushed her way into the bathroom. When there was no reply, she figured that they must have went out for awhile, probably to get some lunch. It was near one in the afternoon.
In the bathroom, she studied her face in the mirror, purple toothbrush hanging out of her mouth. Black streaks of make-up, circles around her eyes and her skin was a pasty white colour. "You look like you're fucking dead," she shot to her reflection. Than, she yanked the toothbrush from her mouth, spat and rinsed her mouth. It didn't taste as dry and thick as it once had.
Twenty minutes later, Brooke, freshly showered and feeling slightly more awake, hurried to get dressed. She chose a pair of worn plaid pants and a black tank top. It wasn't that she planned on going anywhere, and if she did, at least she wasn't exactly in her pajamas. She grabbed her maroon brush and headed out of the bathroom, back into the kitchen.
Brooke sat on one of the stools by the table, brushing out her wet hair, parting it down the middle and braiding it into two pigtails. Her head still hurt, but it was more of a dull throb than anything. She sighed heavily, letting her eyes scan the empty living room, she didn't remember much of anything that happened last night.
She glanced down at the table to find a piece of paper with her name written boldly on it next to a bottle of tylenol. Pulling it closer to her, she read it over silently.
Brooke, I know that when you awake, I'll be out with Kyle. And Tyler, who knows. But I'll be home around seven or eight, nine for sure because Kyle has to work at ten. Wish me luck, the later, the better. Anyways, take some pills and rest. Love always, Lindsi.
Just as she was told to, Brooke untwisted the cap on the tylenol and swallowed two of the white pills. As she did so, a memory of Tyler's shocked face flashed through her mind. Her words playing clear in the back of her head. She felt one of them bitter cries begin to rise from the pit of her stomach, but it bit it hard and swallowed it unspoken.
She wasn't exactly sure if she had really said that stuff, or if it was just a mind game. Either way, she wished that she didn't exist. Wrapping her arms around herself protectively, she let a tiny sob escape her lips. "Because of my carelessness, I probably lost all chances with him," Brooke told herself quietly, "I probably scared the poor boy away." And with that, she was sobbing silently in the palm of her hand.