Chapter 64
Roxy's POV
I groan when I look at the dress I'm supposed to wear.
"Urgh! Dressing up twice in less than a week sucks as hell!" I pause and yawn, "I'm hungry."
"What do you mean, 'dressing up'?" Kyrah asks me and I shrug.
"I mean, wearing these outfits, they don't look like what I usually wear. Well I was excited to go to Rosewood but this time round, I just don't feel like dressing up. These dresses and heels can be quite uncomfortable you know. I hardly even wear dresses. Do I have to wear it?" I whine.
"It's the only one you can wear. Plus, if you refuse to wear it, you'll end up being the odd one out. I've been to that place and people there don't joke when it comes to dressing up," she says combing her hair carefully as she stares at herself in the mirror.
"So you mean our daily outfits are a joke?" I raise an eyebrow and cross my arms in front of me and she turns look at me.
"Well... You can say that. If we can compare what we usually wear and what people who go there wear, our clothes are just jokes. Big huge laughable jokes," she chuckles as she lifts one of her ripped pair of jeans that she just took off minutes ago.
We laugh together and I fall on the bed.
I sigh. "You know, I wish life wasn't this hard for me. Life's already hard enough and that stupid letter is making it way worse!" I complain.
Kyrah seats next to me on the bed. She looks at me as I am laying on the bed.
"Hey, don't say that. You don't even know who wrote it or what good it may bring... Or bad. Just don't say it's stupid, okay?" she says.
"Well, I'm sorry for whoever wrote it because I am not a mystery solver like Scooby-Doo and the gang," I say and Kyrah laughs hysterically. She looks more jolly than she was a few days ago.
"Hey, where'd you go yesterday with that woman? You seem different today," I state and she grins at me as she tucks her hair behind her ears.
"At the park... And Blake showed up," she shyly responds.
"So both of you are good?" I blink rapidly at her.
"Yes. You know I love him, very much." She smiles when she says the word love and I roll my eyes. "You're gonna fall in love one day and you're going to do crazy things for that man. I hope it's Kye, because dang! girl, that boy is a snack!"
My cheeks flash red when she mentions Kye. We haven't talked in a while but I think I'll probably call him tonight, or tomorrow.
"Nope. Falling in love? That can't be me. I see how you go insane when you see Blake and how you're so childish with him and-" she cuts me off.
"Well what about you? I'm sure Kye likes you but you're too hard-headed to accept that you like him too," she pinches my cheek.
"Well, you... You-"
"What? You've got no comebacks, so just get your ass up and let's get ready," she pulls me up, "Up you go!"
"This is weird." I sigh while undoing my ponytail.
Downstairs, Vic shouts to let us know he's ready. Kyrah bought him a suit and I'm sure he looks good in it. I can't wait to see my baby brother in a suit.
"Is Scott coming?" I ask Kyrah and she shrugs while wearing her earrings and straightening her black dress.
"You look good in black," I say. "You should wear that color more often. It makes you look fierce!" I compliment her and she smiles.
"Thanks. Now stop talking, wear yours. I don't know if Scott's coming, I could ask Vic maybe," she pauses and yells, "Vic! Is Scott with you?"
Vic yells back from downstairs
"Yeah, he's here!"
Kyrah blushes and I pat her shoulder "Take it easy cowgirl," I chuckle.
"What?" she looks away, busy putting on her shoes.
"I think you two like each other, or at least one of you." I point out and she turns to face me, her head cocked to one side.
"No way! We're just friends, you know that. Further more, I love Blake. Maybe... Maybe Scott likes someone else, no one knows. He's just never talked about it before." She shrugs again and applies red lipstick. "Now stop standing there, wear your dress!"
I do as I am told and she helps me curl my hair.
"God! I can't believe I'm doing all of this just because of that letter." I roll my eyes and Kyrah swats my arm.
"Ouch! What was that for?" I ask her.
"Keep your head steady, I'm almost done," she orders and I sit still.
Moments later someone knocks on the door and pushes it open.
Scott appears.
"You ladies aren't done yet?" he cocks his head to one side and I leave the dressing table.
"We're done here, let's go," I say.
He's looking at Kyrah now, she's busy checking if her makeup is okay, in the mirror.
"Okay this has got to stop." I raise my hands.
"What?" Kyrah turns and spots Scott leaning on the door frame, "Oh, hi Scott. We're ready. Who's going with who?" she asks smiling and I shrug.
"Isn't it obvious? You ride with Scott and I'll ride with my brother, duh! Give me the keys." I stretch my hand out and she takes her keys from her purse and places them on my palm and we leave.
***
Outside the art gallery, a large sign board reads, 'Art In The Soul: the art is within you!'
I know a little about art. I remember back then when I used to paint random stuff in kindergarten and my dad would help. My mum always complained that I was making a mess but dad always kept on encouraging me. I stopped painting the day my own mother shot my dad. Since that day, I have never held a single paint brush or canvas.
Art is part of our human soul. It is dreams emerging from a part of ourselves, a way to communicate with the deeper self of both the artist and others. A single and simple piece can invoke different emotions depending on a person, their mood and also their time of life. I used to love art but right now, it reminds me of memories that I had long forgotten. Give me some paint right now and I'll probably come up with a weird painting, because art is what you feel and whatever I've been feeling lately is unexplainable and ugly!
When we step out, I feel nervous as hell and I can't stop thinking about that damn letter. I still have it in my bag, I want to tear it into pieces but Kyrah has an eye on me, she won't let me do that.
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