Finding Olivia

Chapter Two

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"Avery!" I shrieked, coming awake and sitting straight up in bed, my hair sticking up in random places. "For the love of my sanity, please, go back to bed!"

She turned around, pouting her lips at me, and placed a hand on her slender hip. "You convinced me to go to bed last night without planning our outfits, I agreed. Now, you want to get huffy with me for getting up early to help you?" She eyed me.

"I reluctantly agreed to this, and I already regret it," I groaned, covering my face with my hands. "It's six am, Avery. I'm pretty sure I'm not going to see Trace in the next hour."

She eyed my sleep-raddled appearance. "I would certainly hope you're not seeing him in the next hour. It will take at least two...maybe three to have you looking decent," she turned back to my closet and scanned through my clothes.

"Avery!"

"God," she turned around, glaring at me, "you are so cranky in the mornings! This is the last time I try to help you! I fully expect a Starbucks Frappuccino for this."

I rolled my eyes. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you get your Frapp fix."

"That's all I ask," she grinned, climbing onto her bed, looking through one of her various fashion magazines.

"Ugh," I groaned when a few minutes past and I hadn't fallen back asleep.

"What?" Avery asked, not bothering to glance away from the glossy pages of the magazine.

"Thanks to you, I'm wide awake," I grumbled, rolling over on my right side, facing the wall. I punched my pillow, to fluff it up, but nothing was working. I was awake and I knew there was no hope of falling back asleep. "I hate you so much," I muttered, sitting up in bed.

Avery grinned. "Does this mean I get to pick out our outfits now?"

"Yes-" The whole word hadn't even left my mouth, before she was up, and across the room.

I rolled my eyes and slipped from the bed.

Since, I was up early, I might as well shower. I grabbed my bag of necessities and stepped into the bathroom we shared with the two girls beside us.

If there was one thing I missed about my dad's house, it was having my own bathroom.

I luxuriated in the quiet space. I knew that as soon as I stepped back into our room, Avery would bombard me with five hundred different clothing options, and then force me to try all of them on.

 I got out of the shower, and brushed through my wet hair, before pulling it into a bun. I dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, knowing I'd be changing into something else in a matter of minutes.

"That took forever," Avery complained when I opened the door.

"You're annoying," I snapped, putting my bag down, and sitting on my bed.

Avery continued like I hadn't said anything. "I think I've figured out what you should wear," she motioned to an ensemble spread out on my bed. Funny, I hadn't even noticed it.

"I think you should go simple but sexy. Just give him a taste, you know. We don't want to show him all the goods up front," she rattled, grabbing her breasts for emphasis. "So, I was thinking these jeans," she stood beside me and pointed to them. "Paired with your yellow tank top, and this loose gray sweater, that's mine," she said, like as if I didn't know that sweater wasn't mine. "And," she backed away, "I just bought these shoes, but since you're a sister in need, I'll give them to you." She bent down, skimming through items on her closet floor, and pulled out a pair of black bootie high heels. They laced up the front and had three rows of studs on the side. "Since you said Trace had that whole bad boy thing going on," she shrugged, "they're perfect. What bad boy could resist these babies?" She held them up for my inspection.