F, H & S Part Two Continued Again

Prologue Part 1a Part 1b Part 2a Part 2b

Once Raya got the chicken in the oven and Addison made the cookies, Jasmine pounced.

“Alright girl, get that behind of yours in the shower.” As a way of emphasizing “behind,” Jasmine swatted Addison right in the behind! “Raya and I will pick out your outfit!”

All Addison could think to do was keep walking to the shower. How else does one react to being smacked in the ass? She figured, or at least hoped, that if she kept walking and ignored it that would be the last smack. Addison had discovered that if someone drew attention to something or expressed shock, then they were sure to experience it again and frequently. In the first week Belle had demonstrated her strong distaste for completely white, butt covering, underwear. Since that point it had been a running joke, and Addison had heard plans for some interesting pranks to take advantage of her dramatic reactions. It seemed the goal of all the “roomies” as they began to call themselves, was to get a reaction. As Addison closed her eyes and let the warm water hit her in the face she wondered what reaction Raya and Jasmine were planning to pull out of her.

Once Addison was out of ear shot, Jasmine grabbed Raya’s arm and pulled her into Bella and Addison’s room. “Let’s see what she’s got.” It only took 5 minutes for Jasmine to realize there were no dresses in the closet. “Does she own a dress?”

“I don’t think so. She is about as tomboy as they come. In high school she only wore a skirt when she had to for chapel. I’m not surprised to see a lack of them now too. Besides, if you put her in a dress or skirt she will kill you!”

“I have an idea.” Jasmine headed into Raya’s closet and came out with two outfits.

“What are you going to do, layer it?”

“No! I am going to show her this one and have the real outfit in the room. I want to see if she will react.”

“Oh, you’ll get a reaction alright. We should make her wear her hair down and curl it!”

Jasmine’s smile stretched to a full Cheshire cat grin, “she’ll hate you for that.”

“Yes, but what is she going to do? Disown me? Our parents are such good friends that she will never escape the Chapel in the Hills family. Honestly, though, I am pretty sure she will understand it is all in good fun. Besides, we used to play some pretty harsh practical jokes on each other when we were kids; some of them were even cruel!”

“You know what else we have to do?”

“What?”

“We have to do her makeup!”

With that the door to the bathroom opened and the turban headed, robe clad, Addison stepped out to see Raya and Jasmine standing in the hall grinning at her. “Alright do your best you two. What do you have planned for me to wear?”

Jasmine produced from behind her back a black denim skirt that Addison knew would only hit her mid thigh, a purple spaghetti strap tank top that had pink hibiscus flowers cascading down one side, and a pair of Raya’s heeled sandals.

Addison, with no facial expression, turned around, walked back in to the bathroom, shut the door, and locked it.

Raya and Jasmine could hardly contain themselves. They both emitted several nasal laughs in an attempt to gain their composure before trying to coax Addison out of the bathroom. Eventually Raya succeeded. “Addison, you can come out. We were just joking. Jasmine picked out a different outfit, but we are doing your hair and makeup.”

“Seriously, Addison, I chose a pair of dark denim jeans with a wide strapped plain tank top.”

“Seriously?” was all that penetrated the bathroom door.

“Seriously!” Raya said with a smile.

Addison cracked the door and reached her arm out, “give me the outfit.” Jasmine handed her the jeans and tank and as quickly as Addison opened the door she closed it. In a matter of moments, Addison stepped out of the bathroom wearing the jeans and purple tank.

Jasmine whistled. “You look great in those jeans and purple is definitely your color.”

“Thanks. Raya, are these your jeans?”

“Yep.”

Addison walked out to the family room and turned to look at her butt in the full length mirror that was leaning against the wall. “These actually make my butt and legs look good! Raya, we have to go shopping together next weekend.”

“Definitely, but right now you need to sit in this chair so Jasmine and I can do your hair and stuff.”

Addison raised her eye brows, “Stuff?”

“Trust us.” Raya flashed a smile, “we didn’t make you wear a dress, did we?”

With that Addison sat down with her back to the mirror and tried to relax as she heard the whir of the hairdryer; was told to open this eye, close this one, suck in her cheeks, and “this is going to hurt a little,” all while trying to keep her head still for the curling iron.

“Done!”

Finally, Raya had given Addison the go ahead to look in the mirror. Addison turned slowly to peer at her own reflection. She had to admit she looked pretty good and not too girly. Every fiber of her being wanted to reach up and pull her hair back into a pony tail.
As if Raya knew, she quickly said, “and absolutely no pony tails until the volleyball game tonight.”

The oven timer buzzed and there was a knock at the door that made all three girls jump. They looked at each other, and laughed with their hand in various comfort positions.

Raya answered the back door as jasmine put the skirt outfit away and Addison cleaned up her clothes from the shower.

“Just sit at the table boys. We will bring dinner out to you.”

Addison heard Ian say, “Will do.” Her heart began to race as she wondered if Chase would be the new mystery roommate of Ian’s.