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Umber had called up earlier to tell me, now that I was about to make them unbearably late, I should get my ass directly at Zee's, where we could get ready and save the time for him having to come pick us up for the party.
It worked both ways, saving me from Mom's lecture.
Two hours later-
“Stop being a girl and get the hell down Zee. I’ll pat you with some cream in the car, if you’re that desperate to make your skin glow. Let’s go already!” I yelled from his hallway.
I was still in his house, regretting to have asked him for a ride, since we were going to the same party. He had a habit of taking too much time to get ready. I should have known better.
I knew what he would say; c’mon, the night is still young!
Well, the night was young, now it had turned freaking cougar like old.
Zidaan Kaazi, eight years elder than me, usually fun to be around and since he almost agreed on just about everything with me, I had to love him. But at times like these, my love went out of his beautiful French windows just like my patience.
“I don't dress up! It’s just that some of us have work to do, rather than simply enjoying college. So I was taking a shower after a tiring day.” Zee came down the stairs towards me.
Looking dapper in a grey suit, his eyes gleamed with mischief, as he smirked at me. While, his brown puff of hair that usually fell on his forehead giving him a boyish look, were jelled sideways this time in classy perfection.
“It’s my final year of college and it has started just two weeks ago. What else do you expect me to do if not have a little fun?” I threw my hands in the air at his indirect hit.
Zee nodded in understanding with a sombre look on his face,
“Right...Because after graduation you’ll have the weight of the world on your shoulders.”
“Ass!” I gritted my teeth and turned my face away, crossing my arms so tight as if I was not going to uncross them for life.
Now do you see why he annoys me? When it is about me, he often tends to lose his chilled out attitude and become overprotective, all mature kind of guy. As if, I was born yesterday. Hah!
Leaning close to my face, Zee whispered,
“Nonetheless, I won't mind your foundation cream or whatever it is Sani. If it could make my shaved cheeks even shinier and desirable. You know, just in case some girl takes a liking for them in the party and wants to kiss?”
I rolled my eyes and he winked at me, tapping my nose. I could not help but chuckle, loosening my arms. I may not like him all the time, but I had to love him. After all, he was my best friend.
“Sani, I'm ready to leave!” Umber shouted cheerfully as she hastened towards us in high heels.
She was my second best friend after Zee.
“Yeah, right. Because we were waiting for you with bated breathes.” Zee muttered, rolling his eyes at her.
She ignored him, and started checking herself in the little mirror, whi
ch she had pulled out from her clutch. Zee sighed in tiredness beside me. To be frank, I was on the verge of it too, since she was trying to touch-up her perfectly dressed self...Again!
Although not a hair was out of place, which she had bunched up above her neck in some kind of do, I never like to try on mine. She has silky straight mid brown hair, while I’m blessed with jet-black, not at all straight but wavy, with soft curls at the tips, which I always have to manage. Her peach coloured gown looked beautiful on her very slim figure.
Unlike Umber, I had gone for the non-girly, non-cute look, wearing a black floor-length gown. As I knew, black always goes perfectly with my creamy complexion. The gown had a round collared sheer neck. The dress fitted me like a glove, on all the right places of my curvaceous figure. From the waist down it was smooth and fell like a skirt, making me look subtle yet classy. I had left my hair open to tumble down my shoulders in soft waves. With shiny black stone studs in my ears and a white gold bracelet jiggling in my hand, nude gloss on my lips and smoky eyes. I was ready.
This party though not that important occasion for us, still on Umber's insistence we had gone to the beauty salon for our hair, facial and other skin polishing kind of things done.
God save me, even after being dried and sucked off all the money, Umber was not yet satisfied!
Getting impatient, I glued a radiant smile on my face saying,
“You look more than pretty. Mission accomplished!”
I gave her thumbs up and she smiled gleefully in excitement, finally putting the mirror back in her clutch.
