Crushed and Created- Tangled series (Overprotective famous brothers)

Premier Night

ALISHA

“So, we have only three hours to leave.” Malaika barged into my room and grabbed my ipad away from me. Okay, not my ipad, my brother’s ipad. But the bottom line was she grabbed the ipad away for me to get ready for the premier.

“Exactly. Three hours Malaika. Plenty of time.” I looked at her and almost burst out laughing. She had a lime green face mask on, her hair were in clips, and she was wearing nothing but a robe.

“You haven’t even started getting ready! The stylist will be here any moment.”

“Stylists are for you sis.” I pointed at her. I had never been a huge fan of them, since I never appreciated being told what to wear, how to wear, what to do. Nah, so not me. I didn’t care if they put me on what-not-to-wear for a millennium, but I would never give up my wardrobe. My body, my clothes, my choice and my style. Yep, I hated being bossed around.

“No, they are for both of us.” Saying that, she dragged me into the closet. Giving me the clean-it-when-we-return look, she made her way into the section where I kept all the dresses. They were supposed to be all in order and stuff, but most of them were in a terrible condition.

“Oh God, please tell me you know what you are gonna wear.”

“Nope, I don’t.” I looked around and tried to find something good to wear for tonight. I had waited for this night for months, and now I had nothing to wear! I laid my hand on a yellow dress, and hated it immediately. Gosh, I had all the crap in the world in my walk in closet.

“Malaika, I found it. Atlast.” I handed her a scarf I had borrowed from her and forgot to return it, and then it went deeper into the closet and was finally lost.

“Alisha, search for a dress!” she slapped my right wrist.

“Ow, Malaika, my hand is yet to heal completely!”

“Sorry.” She pouted and began showing me the dresses she liked. Let me tell you they were all her choices when she bought them for me too. Pink, frilly, flowery and all. I was looking for something that did not look stolen from Cinderella’s closet.

“Ohhh…I like that one.” I pointed at a Hale bob purple print dress, with one shoulder. It was perfect for me. The print may be able to hide the terrible weight loss I suffered before being diagnosed with PF, which had already sparked of anorexia rumors. I was gaining weight slowly, but it was difficult. Besides, it would catch all the attention, and the faint marks on my skin would get over shadowed by this one. Perfect.

“No! It’s too…casual.”

“Like I’m going to a cocktail party.” I rolled my eyes at her and she threw me another look. Ok fine, maybe I hadn’t tested and felt low. I grabbed the meter out of my pocket and checked the oxy levels.

“83.” I tossed the meter back and grabbed my pen real quick from another pocket. It was nothing more than a modified insulin pen, for the use of PF patients. Dialing the units of drug needed, I inserted the syringe without flinching this time. Getting it out, I held on to my arm.

“Lizzie” Malaika whispered, “I’m so proud of you right now. You’ve been handling this so well. You proved it to everyone again- you are a fighter.”

I just smiled at her and pointed at the watch she was wearing. Her eyes widened.

“Oh God, I gotta go now. Get ready in half an hour, I’ll send the makeup artist here soon.” She ran out the door and I giggled my heart out. Grabbing a towel, I took a quick hot shower and slipped the dress on. Grabbing blue belle flats on my way out, I saw a guy standing in my room. I never knew his name, but Malaika loved his makeup skills. And she made him get me ready a few times before too. And I may or may not have been a brat and thrown a tantrum over being dolled up.