Chapter Twenty One
By the time three rolled around, Whitney was feeling rested and pampered, and was fully prepaired for her afternoon and evening. Waiting for the doorbell, Whitney browsed through the fridge. When it sounded, she opened it quickly.
"AAAAHHHHH!!!!" Emily screamed, and hugged Whitney.
"Did you get everything?"
"I think so." She leaned outside to pick up the duffle bag. "All your homework, and the books needed from your locker. I got the combo from Sadie." Whitney nodded. "And my outfit, and my set of hot rollers."
"Sounds good." She bent down to unzip the bag and take out her books. "Lets go upstairs. I'll do my homework while you get dressed. I'll do your hair and makeup."
"Tell Taylor that I can't believe he's doing this."
"Isaac says that he can't believe you're doing this."
"I can hear him Zac."
"I know, but until he's speaking to you, I'm stuck with this dumb job." Zac followed Taylor into the bathroom. "Is this all about that dance teacher?"
"Yeah. I like her more than Isaac does."
"Tell him he does not!" Zac rolled his eyes.
"This is stupid." He watched Taylor brush his hair, and then take out a bottle of CKBe and spray. Coughing, Zac waved the air in front of him. "What time do you meet her?"
"I have to be there in ten miutes."
"Mom driving you?" Taylor laughed.
"No. I'm taking my 'blades. I gotta go." Zac watched him go towards the garage.
"Let me take one last look." Fixing the last couple flyaway strands of Emily's long raven hair curled to perfection, she moved on to the make up. Purple eyeshadow over long lashed grass green eyes, and pink glossy lips. She wore matching green baby doll tee, and a white mini skirt, she was sure Taylor would forget all about her. Emily looked fabulous. Whitney stepped in front of her full length mirror to double check her reflection. Her hair down with a blue headband in, she wore only mascara and gloss. A plain pink tee and jean shorts. Nodding, they grabbed their sandals and went downstairs. Leaving a note for her dad, just in case he happened to get home before her, they slipped their shoes on and grabbed their purses.
The quick walk to the ice cream parlor was no more than five minutes. Fortunately for them, when they got there, Emily was able to point out his profile. They exchanged smiles and approached him.
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