beauty that is more than skin deep.
“You’re overthinking this,” I groaned as Kingsley and I walked through the eighth store that night.
“I just want him to like me,” Kingsley mumbled as she shifted through the dresses on the clothes rack.
“He will honey and it doesn’t matter what you wear. He’ll like you for you,” I tried to reassure her but Kingsley turned and put a hand on her hip.
“All you care about is what you look like, that’s why guys flock to you like flies on shit.” As soon as the words left her lips, she slammed a hand over her mouth and her face flushed with guilt. She walked over to me and placed a hand on my arm in apology.
Not giving her a chance to talk, I held my hand up to silence her. “Don’t apologize, you’re right. But honey, the difference between you and me is that I’m not looking for a relationship. All I seek out is sex which is why the clothes matter for me and not for you. Besides, your wardrobe is amazing as is. I don’t see why you want a whole new outfit.”
“Because,” Kingsley started to say as she spun on her heel and made her way over to the shirts. “I feel like I wear the same thing all the time and I never go to these stupid parties. The least I could do is look like I give a shit.”
I laughed as I started sifting through the rack, picking out a couple cute tops. Pushing Kingsley toward the dressing room, I sat in a plush purple chair as I waited for her to try everything on.
Kingsley finally stepped out in a short jean skirt and a tight fitted black crop top. I smiled at her as I pushed myself out of the chair and walked over to her, grabbing her hand and twirling her around. Kingsley laughed as she shook her head while I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind and rested my chin on her shoulder to look at her in the mirror.
“You look absolutely beautiful,” I whispered in her ear as a smile tugged on her lips. “It’s simple but so you.”
“Good,” Kingsley said as her smile grew wider. She skipped back into the dressing room and put her leggings and tshirt back on before grabbing the outfit and heading toward the checkout counter. Paying for her outfit, we started to venture our way out of the mall.
“So,” she drew out as we approached her car. “Who are you hoping to hook up with this time?”
“Honestly I’m not seeking anyone out this time,” I said as I climbed in the car and hooked my phone up to the speakers. “I’m just going to let whatever happens, happen.”
“God I wish I had your carefree attitude,” Kingsley groaned as she pulled out of the parking lot. “It’d make my life so much easier.”
“I need a mom figure in my life though,” I replied with a laugh as I tilted my head to look at her. “One of us has to be responsible.”
“I’m eagerly awaiting for the day that it becomes you.”
Scrolling through my playlist and finally picking a song, I chuckled. “Don’t hold your breath. Although your birthday is in two weeks, maybe we can switch rolls for a night.”
“Maybe?” Kingsley asked with a raised brow as she glanced over at me but I kept my eyes trained on my phone as a smile tugged at my lips.
“Hey, a girl has gotta eat.”
“You eat at least 4 days a week, El,” Kingsley pointed out as we pulled into our apartment complex. “Just make my birthday one of your three days off.”
“Anything for you, baby cakes,” I said as I scrunched up my nose and quickly pressed a kiss to her cheek before climbing out of the car. Noticing the time, I ran into the apartment building to catch the tail end of my favorite show.
I awoke the next morning to the sound of pots and pans banging together in the kitchen. Groaning, I rolled over and checked the time on my phone, ignoring all the text messages and app notifications that crowded my screen. Noticing that it was only seven, I slid out of bed and grabbed my red silk robe, tying it around my almost naked figure.
Throwing my bedroom door open, I stormed down the hall and into the kitchen ready to chew her out for the racket only to stop dead in my tracks, covering my mouth to try and stifle my laughter.
Kingsley stood in the kitchen with a pot in one hand and flour covering her hair and clothes. She walked over to the sink and dumped the pot before running over to the stove where something was burning in a pan, starting to fill the apartment up with smoke.
I ran to the front hall closet and grabbed the fire extinguisher, pushing Kingsley to the side so I could put out her mess.
“What the hell happened in here?” I asked as I set the extinguisher down on the tile floor and turned to look at my distressed friend.
“I wanted pancakes,” she replied simply as she tore out of the kitchen and headed down the hall toward her bedroom.
I rolled my eyes and started to clean up the kitchen, deciding to play some music on my phone. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed before Kingsley reappeared and leaned against the fridge.
“Want some cereal?” I asked as I grabbed the box of cereal out of the cabinet. Kingsley nodded as she turned around and opened the fridge, grabbing the milk.
“What are you going to do while I’m at class?” Kingsley asked as she accepted the bowl I handed her and pulled her phone out of her pocket.
“Nap, hang out, nothing new,” I responded with a shrug, digging into my own bowl of cereal. “Do you want me to pick you up from class?”
“Yes please,” Kingsley said without hesitation. “Would you actually mind bringing me, too? I probably won’t make the bus.”
I rolled my eyes but nodded, leaving the kitchen to go to my room and change. Throwing on a pair of leggings and a white spaghetti strapped tank top, I slipped on a pair of flip flops. After grabbing my wallet off the dresser, I made my way down the hallway to see Kingsley standing by the door with her backpack.
“You’re lucky I love you,” I said to her as I grabbed her keys off the hook by the door.
“And you’re lucky I let you drive my car,” Kingsley fired back as she tore the door open and disappeared into the hall. I shook my head as I closed the door behind me and locked it, running to catch up to her.
“How does this look?” Kingsley asked as she came tearing into my room. I turned on the swivel of my chair to look at her before rolling my eyes with a shake of my head.
“K, why did we go and buy you a new outfit yesterday if you aren’t going to wear it?” I asked as I took in her outfit. Kingsley wore a pair of short jean shorts with a loose fitted short sleeve blue top. Her long blonde hair was in loose waves that ended at her middle back and was accompanied by a pair of small hooped earrings.
“I just didn’t-” I quickly climbed out of my chair and came to stand in front of her, putting a finger over her lips.
“Honey, stop,” I said as I removed my finger and put a hand on her shoulder to turn her around. Pushing her back toward her room, I continued with saying, “Wear what you bought. You looked amazing and Benjamin will love it.”
Before Kingsley could say a word, I closed my bedroom behind her. Sighing, I turned back to my makeup vanity and finished off my eyeliner before applying a thick coat of mascara.
Walking into my closet, I grabbed a simple black lace bralette and a loosely fitted pair of rolled up mom jeans. Throwing on a pair of black slip-ons, I reached for my wallet which was on my bed before I made my way over to Kingsley’s room.
“How’s it going?” I asked as I entered without knocking. Kingsley sat on her bed with a tiny compact mirror in her hand, trying to do her makeup.
“This is the fourth time I’ve had to start over,“she groaned as she turned to look at me, irritation and desperation covering her features. “Can you help me?”
Nodding, I walked over to kneel in front of her and assisted with finishing her makeup. Brushing on a simple nude eye-shadow with a hint of purple over the top, I completed the look with a very thin line of eyeliner. Smiling, I reached into her makeup bag and pulled out a pair of fake lashes and carefully applied them to her lid.
“Are you ready?” I asked as I stood up and took a couple steps back, holding out a hand and smiling at the finished product of mywork.
“No,” Kingsley mumbled as she walked past me to head into her closet. She came walking out with a simple pair of black blocked heels. “What if he’s already talking to another girl or what if I can’t grab his attention? Better yet, what if I embarrass myself?”
“Don’t worry,” I said as I wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “I’ll be right there the whole time to save you if need be.”
“No guy for you tonight?” Kingsley asked with a raised brow, shock evident in her voice.
“Nope,” I replied with a shake of my head. “Tonight is my turn to be mom. It wouldn’t be fair for me to ditch my girl on such an important night.”
Kingsley wrapped her arms around my waist and gave me a tight hug before pulling back. Smiling, she grabbed my hand and dragged me out of her bedroom toward the front door.
“Uber’s here,” I said as my phone went off. “Ready, honey?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be.”