"Gawd, Kim Ann, it's not like he's the antichrist or something..." Sandra remarked, making note of Kim Ann's obvious joviality.
"I know," Kim Ann replied coolly. "I just didn't want him to bring me down, man. I'm having the greatest day. Ken's a real downer sometimes."
Angela parked the car and paused long enough to look back at Kim Ann. She and Kenneth didn't get along well, but she didn't like the way Kim Ann made him out to be a terrible, terrible person. After all, he DID get them the Backstreet Boys. As she pulled herself out of the car, she mentioned it. "You know, Kimmy, you might want to actually THANK Kenneth for bringing the Boys to Indiana. I mean, we ALL owe him that one, don't ya think?"
Kim Ann straightened her red hair with her fingers, fluffing it tauntingly at Angela. "I suppose I could thank him if I had Nick's booty at my beck and call....we'll just have to let you thank him for us, won't we Sandra?"
Sandra giggled, until she saw Angela's disapproving look. She shrugged her shoulders. "I have to agree, Ange. You can thank him for all of us."
They all pulled out of the car and headed towards the house. "Yeah, after all the 'Oh God's' we hear coming from your side of the room tonight," Kim Ann added.
Angela tried to glare at Kim Ann, but she couldn't keep herself from breaking a smile before she opened the door to the house.
As they walked in, the smell of fresh coffee greeted them, indicating that Ann and Kenneth hadn't left too long ago. "I wonder where they went...." Sandra remarked, thoughtfully. "I want to see if Ann got those pictures back."
"Yeah! I want to see those, babies." Kim Ann agreed. "I hope they turned out."
"Me, too," Angela said, leading them up the stairs. "Man, you guys have got to help me look really cool tonight. I'm gonna take a quick shower, since I got filthy from the dry wall. But you have to help me pick out an outfit."
"I'll pick out the outfit," insisted Sandra. "You won't be happy with anything Kimmy pickst out. It'll either be too slutty or too colorful."
"....as if she has any such items in her closet," Kim Ann remarked cattily. "Then I get to do her hair and make-up. How's that?" Angela had already slipped into the shower, so Kim Ann called after her. "Are you down with that, Angie? Can I do your hair and make-up!?"
"YES!" Angela called back to her. "But if you make me look like a whore, I'm doing it all over again. I want to look tasteful, Kim."
Kim Ann rolled her eyes at Sandra. "I bet she does -- tasteful enough to EAT."
Sandra laughed as she started flipping through Angela's clothes. "Wow. This is going to be tough," she said with a sigh. "Angie's clothes are pretty boring, don't ya think?"
"I wonder if Ann's got anything saucy tucked away in her closet," Kim Ann mentioned, raising her eyebrows.
"YEAH!" Sandra agreed, heading out the bedroom door. "That's the ticket!"
Angela was surprised at how quiet Sandra and Kim Ann were being, since they'd been full of it all day. As she came out of the bathroom, she realized why....they were gone. She looked around curiously, but didn't give it much thought as she grabbed some underwear and a bra from her drawer. "No.." she thought out loud... "They should match..." She threw the set back into the drawer and started digging for a matching pair. After a laborious mission, she found her items. Pink lace bra and pink lace panties....Practically new, too. She never wore them because the lace made her itch, but now she understood the true meaning behind such frilly items. "You never know....." she remarked out loud again, smiling to herself.
"No, my dear, you don't," Sandra said loudly behind her. "And that's purrrrrrfect for this outfit. Nick is going to pee right down his leg when he sees you." She held up a semi-dark green sweater, with cloth buttons down the front and a low neckline.
Angela looked at her as if she were crazy. "Green?"
"Oh yeah......it's his favorite color," Sandra replied, smiling triumphantly.
"And how would you know that?" Angela asked, thinking she was bluffing to get her to wear the sweater.
Just then, Kim Ann entered the room with the wireless phone. "Oh my GAWD, AJ, do you really think we'd buy something like THAT with your card? I mean, you have a reputation to uphold, don't you?" She laughed and flipped her hair. When she noticed Angela was out of the shower and listening to her, she asked, "So you're SURE that green is Nick's favorite color, right?" She paused as he replied. "I know, I know, not too light, not too dark." She paused again and gave a thumbs up at Sandra's sweater selection. "Yes, she's gonna look hot, but it means nothing to you, boy." She laughed at something he said and said, "Yes, we're hurrying. We'll be back in about 45 minutes, tops.....okay....bye."
Angela put her hands on her hips and glared slightly at Kim Ann. "You know he's gonna run to Nick and tell him that, don't you?"
"No he won't," Kim Ann said, defensively. "It's AJ, not Brian. AJ'll keep a secret. He likes you, Angela."
"And Brian doesn't?" Angela asked as she pulled her slipping towel closer to her and headed into the bathroom with her underwear.
Kim Ann didn't even bother answering her. By then, she was digging through her purse to find her make-up. "I can't believe she's letting me do her hair and make-up. Do you know how long I've wanted to have a crack at her?"
Sandra laughed. "I know, me too. Especially that night we had the fantasy football party and Ryan was there. If she'd have just DONE something with herself, I think he'd have gone for it, ya know? They talked quite a bit when she was messing around with the computer."
Kim Ann crinkled her nose. "Do you really think so? I thought he was just sucking up to get her to fix it or something."
"Noooooo!" Sandra replied. "He sat there long after she fixed it and asked her all kinds of goofy shit that I think he already knew. He's not stupid, you know."
"No, he's not...." Kim Ann said. "But, Angela? I can't see him with Angela."
"Well, could you see Nick Carter with Angela before today either?" Sandra asked, knowing the answer.
"Hell, no!" Kim Ann laughed heartily at the incredibility of the whole situation that had unfolded since this morning. "I'm still in shock over this one. That's why I want her to look really cool. This is her night, Sandra. We're just pawns in the story, ya know?"
"Yes, I know." Sandra agreed. "In a way it sucks, because I wouldn't mind it for notoriety reasons alone, but in a way it's super cool. If this doesn't boost her self-confidence, then I don't know what will."
"Hell, we've got three days. Maybe they'll head off to Vegas before it's all said and done," Kim Ann remarked....then added..."NOT!"
Sandra and Kim were still laughing as Angela came out of the bathroom. "Do you guys think this looks slutty?" She did a half circle in her bra and panties and then stuck her butt out at them when it was facing them. "I think my ass looks huge in these. Not to mention the panty lines I'll probably have from them. Don't you think?" She was straining to look over her shoulder, but to no avail.
"Oh, goodness, Ange, you look fine," Sandra chided. "You worry too much. Besides, it'll be dark. He'll just like the feel of the lace underneath those AMAZINGLY long, ET fingers of his."
Angela smirked at her. "I wanted an opinion, Sandra, not a commentary."
Sandra smirked back, playfully. "Well, in my opinion, the only thing that's big that you're gonna have to worry about, is Ni....."
"Don't go there!" Angela said sharply. "I'm not saying he'll ever see me in this, I just want to know that I look good. That's all."
"THAT makes sense," Kim Ann said, exasperated, before going into her impression of Angela. "Uh, Nick, I've got some really sexy lace panties on, but they're for me, not for you. I just want to know I look good as I'm laying beside you snoring."
Angela was fuming, but she didn't say anything. Sandra's burst of laughter didn't make it any better, either, but she didn't want to start the feuding up again. Instead, she started going through her jeans.
"Ummmmm....jeans?" Sandra asked.
Angela paused and looked at her bewildered. "We're going BOWLING, Sandra. Get real."
"Okay, then they've got to be darker," Sandra replied, undaunted by Angela's sarcasm.
"Dark blue," Angela said, holding up a pair. "These fit nice, too." She looked them over, and looked at Sandra for approval. "What about shoes, though? Can I wear tennies?"
Kim Ann slapped her hand to her forehead in exasperation but didn't say anything.
"What?" Angela asked. "I'm NOT wearing heels or something. How OBVIOUS would THAT be?"
"You don't have to wear HEELS, Angela," assured Sandra. "But you could use a darker shoe....a flat, maybe. Something casual, so you don't look obvious....besides, it's not like Nick knows what you dress like all the time. As far as he's concerned, you could dress like that all the time."
"True...." Angela replied. "But I would know and then I'd be paranoid and totally not myself and then it would show and then he would sense it and then...."
"Gawd, if you don't stop RIGHT NOW I'm putting a bag over your head, Ange," Kim Ann interrupted. "Just wear the dark brown shoes you got there on the floor. The jeans are cool, the sweater is hot, and I'll take care of the rest. Nick will be drooling before we're done with you."
"Yeah!" Sandra agreed. "Chill, chickie."
Angela swiped her hair nervously and paused to think. The worry was still on her face....almost a frantic "I want to run" look. Sandra moved towards her and touched her arm, softly. "Hey, you don't have to do ANYTHING tonight, Angela. All you have to do is have fun. If it leads to something, and you and Nick decide to go that route, then that's cool. If it doesn't, and you back out, that's cool too. You can always pull rank on him."
"Rank?" Angela asked, curious.
"Yeah," Sandra assured. "Tell him you're a nice girl - which you are - and that you're not messing around with a guy you've only known for a matter of hours."
"But what does that have to do with rank?" Angela asked.
"DUH!" Sandra replied. "Maturity, you ass. You pull the MATURITY rank."
"Oh...." Angela smiled slightly. It was a relief to Sandra to see some of the worry leave her face. No sense in worrying herself to death over the sex issue. "Okay, let me put my clothes on and we'll have a final look."
"Aaaaaaa! AAAAAA! No clothes," Kim Ann butted in. "You'll spoil the mood. I always get ready in my bra and underwear for a hot date. It keeps me feeling sexy."
"You're serious," Angela asked, disbelieving.
"Dead...serious," Kim Ann replied, locking eyes with her. She sat Angela down in front of the mirror and started applying her make-up. Angela felt odd sitting there in her underwear, but she also felt special. Kim Ann was actually smiling at her in the mirror as she stepped back during her work-in-progress. It really WAS her night. Finally.
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Twenty-Eight
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