5Chapter Four
"You're doing what?" Holly gasps, whipping her head toward me. We're sitting at the nail salon, our feet soaking in the hot water as the workers get their tools ready.
Holly Quinn is a pretty girl, nearly two years older than me, with shoulder length blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Like me, she's also a model, only unlike me, she was pretty much forced into the job. Not that she doesn't enjoy it.
Becca likes to call her a stereotypical blonde airhead, although honestly, why she doesn't like her, I don't quite understand. I know the two of them aren't exactly two peas in a pod, but that doesn't stop the two of us from getting along. Besides, it's not like Holly is a bad person or anything. And Holly does care for her.
I shrug, grimacing as I glance at the silver I picked out, wondering not for the first time if it's a bit too... gaudy for everyday life. "She's been so upset over this thing with Alex. I figured it's the least I could do as her sister."
"Plus you feel guilty about making out with Keith, right?" my best friend raises a golden eyebrow over at me as a half smirk crosses her face.
"No!" I exlaim, maybe a bit too dramatically, as the smile doesn't fade from the slightest. It is a lie, of course. My stomach is still in knots. "Of course not!"
"Hmm..." she turns back to her feet as the woman begins to scrub at them. "Well, I'm happy then. Does she still not know?"
"Of course not." I can't believe she would think for even a moment that I would tell my sister about that. Maybe she is an airhead.
"Thought so. What time is Allison coming over?" this final question is asked with just a hint of fear in her voice. Much like how my sister can't stand her, Holly is terrified of my sister's best friend, despite the fact that the girl barely comes up to her chin. I'm still not sure how Allison manages to pull that off.
"Seven." I answer, glancing down at my watch. It's barely ten in the morning, so I still have time to get home and get ready. "Becca doesn't get home from work until five, and if we waited until tomorrow morning, it'd be hella late by the time we-"
"Yeah, yeah, I get it." Holly cuts me off with a roll of her eyes. "So in other words, I have you for the day, right?"
"Yes." I can't help but giggle.
IMOWMSE
October's older brother wasn't the only one who knew she was the one when he first laid eyes on her. Anyone with half a brain could tell that he was head over heels in love with the mysterious girl who had showed up almost two hours late, and with good reason. With brown hair that fell in long, graceful curls down to the mid of her back and large blue eyes flashing even across the ballroom, she was easily the most beautiful creature that ever dared to walk the face of this earth.
She watched with barely contained distain as the eldest of her siblings slowly made his way toward the beautiful girl as if in some kind of trance. It clearly didn't matter that it wasn't supposed to be his special day, nor that he was drawing all the attention away from September-who, to be fair, didn't seem to care that much anyway, but that didn't change how wrong the whole scene was.
January approached the mystery girl and-with a delicate bow of his head-extended his hand for her to take. The girl smiled shyly, before grabbing his offered hand and allowing him to swiftly whisk her onto the dance floor.
Nobody could keep their eyes off of them. Not even September, who was holding in obvious sighs of her own. October knew she shouldn't mind, so long as her older sister didn't. But she couldn't help but wish that the damn girl who had captured her foolish brother's eye would just disappear. Who did she think she was, barging in on the princess's eighteenth birthday as if she had every right when she so clearly did not?
The sound of Becca's moaning from the living room, causes my eyebrow to twitch. She's just gotten home from work, and has been complaining about her aching feet pretty much since the moment she entered the front door. Lenny has been running around for the last twenty minutes, wrapping her soles in hot towel after hot towel.
I'm trying to read one of the stories she's working on, (Becca has her heart set on being an author, despite the fact that she has yet to actually finish a book) but all her noise is making it difficult.
With a groan, I turn back to the story and try to focus back in on the words.
Something warm wrapped around her hand. October turned to see November, her younger twin brother smiling comfortingly down at her. Evidentally he could see the anger in her eyes, even when nobody else did. But he wasn't the closest person to her-both physically and mentally-for nothing.
"It won't last for long." he gently reminded her. "You know how these things go."
October forced a small smile onto her face with a nod. It was true. This seemed to happen everytime they had a party without fail. January locked eyes with a girl, and became absolutely positive she was the one. But this time it was different, she could tell. This time, his destiny that the fairies had graced him with would come true. Which made her feel even worse at how angry she was. What right did she have to keep her brother from his happy ending?
Happily Ever Afters were not something earned. They were gifted by a fairy when the baby was born, if the parents had something to offer. And naturally, being the children of the king and queen, October and her siblings all got the best of the best.
Well, not all of them. There had been a terrible storm the day November and she had been born, so the fairies had been unable to get to the castle in time to bless them with their happy ending. So, as an apology, they had each been given a special power. She had been gifted the ability to tell who's happy ending entertwined with those of her family and November had been given the power to twist someone else's Happily Ever After to fit his own wishes. But only one.
I'm brought out from my zone, this time not by my sister's whining, but from the doorbell ringing. With a sigh, and a quick glance at the clock-way too early for Allison to be here-I set the pages down and head over.
The door opens to reveal Keith, standing in a relaxed pose with his hands shoved deep in his coat pockets.
"Keith!" I blink up at him, slightly shocked that he's here. I know he knows what we're up to, so what the hell does he think he's doing here?
He raises an eyebrow at me when I voice my thoughts. "I thought Allison said today, right?"
"Excuse me?"
"We're going down to Texas, right?"
Um... what?!
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