"Angel Lyn!" a flustered woman of twenty-one with dark blonde hair and beautiful dark green eyes who stood about five foot four shouted at her roommate, Angel, as she tossed things about her room in a frantic search.
"Annie Liz!" Angel, a vision at twenty-two with auburn hair that flowed to just past her shoulders and green eyes that had a tendency to change colors every now and again, mimicked her best friend, Anne.
"Have you seen my shoes?" Anne asked as she continued her search.
"Which ones?" Angel answered one question with another.
"My Docs. The silver ones. You know the ones I got on our last trip downtown."
"Oh yeah! They're out by the door. I borrowed them the other night when I went to that club with...oh gosh what was his name? Nevermind. Anyway I borrowed them to go with my leather pants." Angel explained and Anne looked like she just might be forced to strangle her roommate.
"Firstly; borrowing involves asking the owner if you can use it. Secondly; would you please get them for me so I can get ready to go out to that club you were telling me about." Anne half requested half commanded so she could change out of the baggy Route 66 jeans and forest green Old Navy tank top she presently had on and into the outfit she would wear down to the club down at Pleasure Island which was a pair of irredesant orange pants made of a vinyl/pleather type material, a short black cotton tank top that revealed about two inches of her trim midriff. Over that was an orange short sleeved open button up that was semitransparent and glittered in the right light. She changed threw on just the tiniest little bit of make-up (just some cover up, lip gloss and eye shadow) and went back out into the great room where she found Angel seated on the sofa in a similar, however dark blue and white version of her outfit-they'd bought them together, with Anne's boots next to her as she flipped through stations on the radio looking for some fly dance groove to get her into the right mood. She finally got fed up and popped Anne's "Pure Disco" CD in the changer and pressed play, cheering jumping up, and generally just making a fool of herself-had anyone except Anne seen this display-as YMCA greeted her ears. "Angel!" Anne shouted over the music.
Okay listen up because I am only going to tell you this once. Anne, well Anne is hard to describe. She is a beautiful person inside and out and often doesn't take the time to realize this. To the average on looker she would be "very shy" or "very quiet" but to those who knew her well she was often "wild" or "insane." She is the type of person that once you got to know her you'd be in utter shock for months over this new persona. Angel Lyn on the other hand was totally completely different. Her public identity is much like Anne's private one but in reality she is very sensitive, rather soft spoken, pretty content by herself. However she often got fidgety and unable to sit still. That public identity? she's so friendly and very outgoing and tons of funs to be around, a great people person.
Angel was startled when her name was called. She jumped and spun around, a light blush gracing her cheeks. "What?" Angel Lyn asked her friend who had since sat down on the sofa slipped her boots on and begun to tie them.
"Well," she began as she stood up, smoothing down her pants, "Lets jam! I haven't been out to a club in a week!" she exclaimed enthusiastically.
"Let's go then. Oh man you are going to just love this place! The music is hype. the place is wicked!" Angel said excitedly as they grabbed the keys to Anne's "Converta-bug" and left, locking the door behind them.
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