50 Ways To Spend Your Christmas, Stuck With an Annoyingly Hot Emo Delinquent [25]

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27) Try to convince the crappy hairdresser to NOT make your hair look as if a poodle decided to get an afro.

Or decided to make your hair looked as if it's instant noodles in a packet: all hard and waxy.

Keira came naturally at being good at anything as she was a fast learner. But unfortunately, not in anything involved hairstyling...or sewing...or to be expect to 'behave'.

Yes. Especially the last one.

"Hey Scott," I said, grinning as we met at the mall around brunch. "How you've been?"

28) Also: Scott Keira = basically the two main ingredients for any recipes that's bound to be...err...a riot.

"Crappy," came his reply. "We'll be going back to the goddamn school in a few days for god's sake. I wish I threw in a truckload of kerosene that night."

"Then we'll be dead," Keira pointed out and I snickered. But Scott just shook his head. "Don't worry. We're too awesome to be dead," said Scott, placing a hand on his hip as we all stopped in front of a shop.

"Why are we stopping in front of a lingerie shop?" I asked the both of them.

"I need something sexy," Keira said slyly while Scott rolled his eyes. "You're thinking waaaay to far ahead, Keira."

"Yes. Get in a dress and get out. What's so wrong about that?"

"Eww," Scott recoiled with disgust.

See what I mean about number 28 on the list?

"Scott, I am not wearing a Spanish dress that could make people gouge their eyes out," I said when he pointed to a frilly, poofy, freakishly shocking pink thing that apparently people here called a 'dress'. "But it's only for $9.95!"

For a reason.

The dress looked out of place in the lavish shop with its' small chandeliers and vintage wallpapers. The shop was also furnished with vintage-looking furnitures with a small coffee table and two set of white and silver chairs tucked away at the corner, near the cashier.

"This is gorgeous!" Keira said, pulling a vomit-green dress that made you wonder if the tailor suddenly ran out of fabrics. "And only $15.99!"

Again. For a reason.

Keira and Scott exchanged looks and burst out laughing. "Oh come on Carrot, don't look so moody. We're just joking around," said Keira, nudging me. Then, she rolled up the sleeves to her blouse and linked arms with me.

"We're going to make ourselves look so superb that jaws won't be dropped. Oh no! They would be destroyed!"

"That's a disturbing image," I said.

After having spent 3 solid hours knee-deep in a pile of dresses that were tossed and discarded in the fitting room (much to the sales assistant displeasure since there was a 5-clothes-only limit), I finally found the one.

The one when I walked across the room, Scott clapped giddily.

The one that looked so soft even cotton candy would be ashamed of it.

The one that looked as if models could catfight for.

The one that cost...

I clapped a hand over my mouth.

Holy shit at this rate I have to eat grass and sell my kidney to the black market to keep on surviving.

Okay, yes...I had a knack of exaggerating but still, it was quite a lot. If it weren't for the Christmas sale, I couldn't afford it in the first place. It was a deep red strapless dress. Well, the torso was red. On the hem of the skirt were stitches of black flowers with those magnificent, shiny beads that I had no idea where to buy.

Do you know those black sexy dress that always seem to be as if it was made from a magical material to make you look thinner, bring out your curves and well...let's just say made every girls' dream a reality?

Yeah. That was basically the dress Keira chose. She bought a set of silver and violet brooches because she thought it was, and I quote, "awfully dull."

Scott needed to spend his Christmas Eve with his family and his yapping dog that he suspected to be high on his mom's medications so he left early, promising to meet us at the airport after New Year's.

I worked on my article and my what's left of my homework a bit before Keira stormed into the room, all of the eyeliners, mascara and blusher were in between her fingers: the way a ninja would hold those sharp stars thingy.

"Let's make you look less like crap," was her greeting.

"Thank you for your ever-so-kind compliment."