Promise Me: A Love Story
This is your classic love story, dangling on the edge of romance. It is meant to make you laugh, cry and hug the ones you love.
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CHAPTER 1
I shook my head as my best friend Vi showed me yet another dress from her voluminous closet. I swore that thing was magical and it never ended. There was no way it could, the way she was showing me dress after dress after dress. I flopped backward on her bed and threw my arms over my head. “I don’t understand why I can’t just wear what I have on.”
Vi emerged and gave me that look; the one where she tipped her head so her blonde waves fell over one shoulder and she arched one of her perfectly manicured eyebrows and clamped her lips together until they nearly disappeared—and without her startling red lipstick, they would have. I couldn’t think of a single time I saw Vi without her makeup. Even the time she passed out drunk on my couch, she was up and fixing her face in my bathroom before she came out for her Bloody Mary. Some days I think she wished I’d get on board with that, but no matter how much she tried to get me to love blush and her new Wickedly Me eye shadows, I just couldn’t do it. I was still a homegrown girl straight out of Minnesota and I liked my fresh-faced look, even if Vi thought it made me look like I was only twelve. It wasn’t my fault that my mom passed on her straight blonde locks and about-as-straight body style. Luckily, I’d managed to steal my dad’s green eyes so I wasn’t a total washout.
But Vi wasn’t letting any of that slide tonight. She took another step out of the closet and put her hands on her hips. “This is your last party as a senior. You are not going looking like that!”
I didn’t bother arguing. I’d known when I put on my favorite denim jeans and lace tank top that it wouldn’t fly, but there’d also been nothing in my closet that would have made her happy, either. It was easier to just let her primp and dress me. But I secretly loved putting her through the drama. And I knew she loved it even more.
I lifted my head and smiled sheepishly. “You know I have no style. Pick me something and I’ll wear it.”
She huffed and marched back into the closet. “I do not understand how someone who can create wire art sculptures like you do can seriously have no fashion sense. It doesn’t make sense. That all comes from the same part of the brain!”
“Maybe for someone born and raised in San Francisco.”
After a whole lot of rustling, she came back out with a dress I actually didn’t hate. It was lime green but not in a look-at-me way. The fabric was soft and shimmery and the cap sleeves and low v-neck front made me wonder why I’d never seen it on Vi.
She shook it and held it up. “I always liked this one, but the twins refuse to stay in it.” She cupped her left breast and squeezed. I didn’t roll that way—not even in the typical “college experiment” way—but Vi did have, without question, the nicest pair of boobs I’d ever seen. Not that I’d seen them, just some side boob when she was getting out of the shower, or some cleavage in every single shirt she wore, but they were seriously perfect and I was so jealously in love with them.
“No chance of that.” I wouldn’t even have to wear a bra and mine wouldn’t dare to fall out of any shirt. But they were the right size for my figure, so who cared. I sure didn’t. I always figured a big set of boobs would just get in the way when I was sculpting, so it wasn’t something I fretted over. Unless Vi was talking about hers.
“Okay. Get this on, and then I’m doing your hair and makeup.”
I frowned and moved like a sloth just to give her more to work on. Some days I felt like her personal doll to be primped and polished, but it was fun too, if I was willing to admit it.
I changed and pulled the dress over my head, then Vi tisked and turned me around, quickly unhooking my bra and tugging it off.
“Wait! What are you doing?”
“You can see it through that dress.”
My hands flew up, covering my boobs and keeping my bra firmly in place. “No way! Get me a safety pin. I’ll make it work.”
She tugged harder. “This is so much easier.”
I twisted away from her. “And sluttier!”
She frowned. “Come on, Kim, you’re going to have to give it up someday.”
I shook my head. “Not tonight. Not to one of those drunk Sigma Ki losers.”
“Just because it’s their party doesn’t mean they’ll be the only ones there.”
“Don’t care.” I eased away from her and reclipped my bra. “If I go without this, I might as well hand out business cards for my vagina.”