"When are we gonna kick it with AJ an' all them other dudes?" Meiry asked the next day after she'd lazily pulled her ass out of bed.
Brianna laughed. "Thursday. Also known as...today." Meiry's eyes widened.
"Ohmigod," she said. "Then I gotta call in to work and call off sick! Ahhh, call me in sick PLEASE!"
Brianna giggled and reached for the phone. She dialed the Sam Goody number and waited. "Good morning. This is Meiry's room-mate, Ashley. Meiry's been spewing her guts all over the place this morning and she's told me over and over not to call in sick for her, but she's just so sick that I don't want her to leave the dorm. She won't be there today, but she might be back tomorrow."
"Oh, all right," the lady on the other end said. "Well, I hope she feels better."
"Yeah."
"Well, bye."
"Bye!" Brianna burst out laughing as she hung up. "Okay Meir, you're off work for today."
"Thank yooou!" Meiry said happily. "Breez! What're we gonna wear?"
Brianna rolled her eyes. "You're so typical Meir. Well I don't know." Brianna opened her closet doors and grinned at her collection of baggy pants, long-sleeved shirts, t-shirt, and button-up shirts. There was a row along the bottom that had three pairs of shoes; sandals, baby blue All Stars, and old, worn purple All Stars.
"We need to go shopping sometime. I will introduce you to the cheerleader style," Meiry said, grinning.
Brianna shook her head, "No way in hell will you ever catch me in a dress-"
"At you and AJ's wedding you'll hafta wear one!" Meiry giggled.
Brianna blushed and laughed, "Umm, Meir, let's get real here. Now Neely and Nick, they'll be a married couple in a month. I guarantee; Neely is exactly like that and Nick seems to dig her, and if he's like what I've seen and heard, he'll do it."
"Yeah right! Neely might, but Nick Carter...no way."
Brianna shrugged and laid a pair of jeans and decent-looking button-up shirt on her bed. She vanished into the bathroom and returned minutes later, dressed in the black, baggy Lee Pipes and black, white, and gray army print button up shirt.
"Ya have any black or gray lipstick?" Meiry asked, eyeing her friend. Brianna shook her head.
"I have lip gloss and tan looking lipstick. That's it. I'm not a lipstick freak; beauty is farther than skin-deep. It's the beauty in your heart that counts."
"Woo-hoo, go Breez. But no. You need lipstick."
"No I don't! I like the way I look, thank you very much!" Brianna growled, smirked at her friend who picked up her huge looking purse. She emptied the contents on Brianna's bed and skimmed through the five tubes of lipstick, eye shadow, and eye-liner. She sighed and browsed through Brianna's wardrobe until she found something she liked, then headed to the bathroom with her make-up and the clothes to change and get ready. She returned ten minutes later, clad in baggy jeans and a gray, white, and black striped spaghetti strap shirt. They exchanged glances as they looked at their clothes.
"I didn't even notice," they said in unison, then giggled.
"We look like twins...."
"But we don't look anything alike," Brianna interrupted. "I mean, I've got this fritzy curly strawberry-blonde hair and freckles and blue eyes and you, you have brown eyes, brown hair, and you're shorter than me. So, no, we aren't. We just wear the same clothes."
Meiry rolled her eyes. "Say, where's Kay? Oh hey, a rhyme. Hey, Kay, say. Haha, hey, Kay. Say, 'May Santa Fe be gay?' Say..."
"Meir! Shut up with your rhymes! Be a little bit intelligent in them, at least.."
"Bree is a squee-"
"Squee isn't a word."
Meiry giggled. "Bree is a pea in a sea of tea. Bree is mean and green and is weened. Bree is corny, horny, and.....thorny?"
Brianna snorted, "You suck at rhymes. And guess what, I'm not horny."
"You're horny for AJ," Meiry teased.
"Nope, not now. Not yet." Brianna grinned at her friend.
Meiry rolled her eyes, "Yeah right. I bet that five minutes into this hang out thingy, you two'll start making out."
"Dammit Meiry. I'm not that type of person. NEELY is that type of person."
"Yeah well, guess what time it is?"
"What time is it?"
"Two-thirty!"
Brianna sighed at her friend's teenie-bopperishness. She was never like this; maybe she had a crush on one of the boys. Tease time, Bree thought.
"So Meiry," she began, "why are you so bopperish? Got a crush on Brian?"
Meiry's eyebrows narrowed and she pursed her lips to speak, "No."
"Kevin? Howie?" Brianna questioned. "AJ, Nick?"
"Not Nick, not AJ, not Howie, not Kevin, not Brian. Okay so maybe I lied..."
"Which one?" Brianna interrupted.
"Ke-"
"KEVIN! Haha, I figured it out!" Brianna exclaimed, beaming.
"You did not," Meiry scowled. The two laughed and lounged around the room until it was four-thirty. And then everything became a living hell.
Chapter 10
