Charming's Star

By @L-R-Battista
Charming's Star

This is the story of Delilah Letters, a nineteen-year-old college student. She aspires to be a screenwriter or director and dive into her imaginary worlds. However, life has other plans. After all, nothing really goes as planned. This is a short story right now, but it might become a long story. I know the description is vague but give it a chance. Hope you enjoy, L-R-Battista Side Note: I do not own the cover, it belongs to its rightful owner whom, I thank for creating such beautiful art.

Chapter 17

My Brother Actually Cares!

After that day, we exchanged numbers and began having lunch together weekly and long story short, we became great friends. I thought we did, at least. Maybe I’m just overacting, I thought to myself, rinsing the shampoo out of my hair. Maybe she was just having a moment and needs space and will explain it later. I lathered some conditioner onto the ends of my hair and scrubbed my body until it was a peachy color.

There was a knock at the door and a loud shout;

    “Hurry Up!”

    “I’m almost done!” I shouted back, washing the remaining soap off.

     “You’ve been in there for almost an hour!” the voice whined.

    “Sorry!” I replied, shutting off the water and wrapping myself in a towel.

     I brushed my teeth and applied moisturizer to my skin.

     “Just meet me and Sarah in your room!” the voice, that I identified as Becca answered.

   “Ok,” I said, ruffling my hair in another towel.

Satisfied that I was all dry, I creaked open my bathroom room and entered my room. Sarah was heating up the straighter and curling iron while Becky was sorting through my dresser.

   “What are you looking for?” I questioned, standing next to Becca.

   “A cute bathing suit. It’s a pool party,” she answered, not looking up.

    “It is? Isn’t it still a little cold to go swimming?” I replied, sitting on my bed.

    “He has an indoor and outdoor pool,” Sarah informed me.

    “So, we are wearing bathing suits then,” I said.

    “No, we’re bringing bathing suits, just in case we need….” Sarah was then cut off by the excited squealing of Becca.

     “Finally! I found one!” she exclaimed, revealing a pair of black bottoms and a blood red halter top.

    “Becca… that top is too revealing” I stammered, recalling trying it only last summer. Let’s just say it barely held my ***** together. And I mean, barely.

    “It is not! Don’t be such a prude!” Becca pouted.

   “I’m not being a prude! It honestly doesn’t fit!” I yelled, crossing arms.

   “At least, try it on. It will give me time to find you your “party” outfit,” Becca demanded, throwing the suit at me.

    “Fine,” I mumbled, catching it and walking back into the bathroom, slamming the door behind. The bottoms fit fine but the top barely covered my overly ample *****. I pulled it this way and that way but there was always a piece of *****ticking out. Giving up, I wrapped myself up in my towel again and went back into my room.

   “Done already?” Sarah asked, taming her hair with the straightener.

   “It doesn’t take long to put on a bathing suit, it’s not like a wedding dress or something,” I replied.

  “Well, let’s see it, Lia,” Becca chirped and I groaned but obliged, letting the towel fall, exposing my body.

They gasped, their eyes popping out their sockets and their mouths gaping so wide stuff a hundred flies and still wouldn’t be full. And they were like that for at least five minutes, making me self-conscious.

    “Guys, your freaking me out,” I eventually said, starting to fluster with their unwavering gaze.

    “Sorry, it’s just, you look so **** hot,” Sarah blurted and my face turned beet red.

    “Thanks, I guess,” I muttered.

   “Ryan will be all over you,” Becca gushed.

   I scowled, “Any boy with eyes would be all over me because my ***** are literally popping out of this top!”

   “Not true. Not everyone has the figure for it but you do,” Becca argued.

  I flushed deeper, my face almost turning purple.

  Becca and Sarah laughed at me and I pulled the towel protectively around my body. I mean, sure, it is nice to get complimented, but I just…felt uncomfortable.

  “I can’t wear this, its uncomfortable,” I whined.

  “Beauty is pain, Lia,” Sarah said.

  “Who said I wanted to be beautiful?” I asked.

  “Every girl wants to be beautiful, are you saying you want to be ugly?” Sarah inquired, crinkling her eyebrows.

“No, but can’t I be beautiful without this too small bathing suit top?” I answered, gesturing to my form.

 “Of course, girl. But tonight, you’re wearing this bathing suit. End of story.” Becca replied and

  “Fine but only if I go swimming,” I groaned.

  Sarah and Becca squealed and threw a ball of clothes at me, hitting me in the chest. I look at them weirdly and they giggle.

   “That’s what your wearing clothes wise,” Becca answered before I could even ask.

I unfolded them and shook them out before setting them gently on the bed. It was a red lipstick long-sleeved crop top and a simple black skirt.

   “Please tell me you’re not forcing me to wear high heels tonight,” I pleaded, giving them my puppy dog eyes.

   “And see you fall on your face in front of Ryan? Of course not, your wearing your white converse high-tops, “Becca answered and I sighed in relief.

  “You approve the outfit?” Becca asked, anticipation making her eyes look like a bright lime.

  “Yes, it is revealing but not too much,” I replied, grabbing the clothes off the bed.

  “That’s what I thought! Now go get changed! We still have to do your makeup and hair,” she exclaimed, a huge smile encompassing her face.

Obliging, I grabbed the clothes and went back in the bathroom, glad to be rid of the bathing suit. Hopefully, I wouldn’t be swimming. The top was a little snug and the skirt was a little close but they fit pretty good. I exited the room and almost and ran headfirst into my brother.

   “Watch where you’re going you, big oaf!” I yelled, punching him in the shoulder.

   “You have an awful punch,” he commented, a crooked grin slanting his face.

   “At least I can punch,” I argued.

  Jeremy scowled, his brown eyes glinting with anger. He clenched his fists as if to punch me but then unclenched them, looking at me. That’s when he gasped, taking a step back.

  “What are you wearing?” Jeremy demanded, his eyes raking up my appearance.

  “Clothes,” I said, confused by his interest.

  “No **** Sherlock, why are you dressed …. like that,” he stammered, running a hand through his chocolate colored hair.

  “If you must know, I am going to a party with Becca and Sarah,” I answered.

  “Not like that you aren’t!” he growled.

  “Why do you care?” I exclaimed.

  “Because,” he muttered, his cheeks flaming.

  “That’s not an answer,” I pouted.

   He a hand through his hair and gave me a look.

  “Just don’t, alright?” he begged.

  I snorted, “I’ll put a leather jacket on but I’m not changing out of this outfit,”

  “That’s a little better I guess. Just be careful…guys can be real monsters,” Jeremy sighed, giving me a bear hug.

Hesitantly, I hugged him back. I wonder if I am dreaming? I asked myself. My brother was actually concerned and hugging me. And because of my clothes! Somebody pinch me now!

  After a few minutes, my lungs were crying for air so I rasped; “Remi, need air. Let go,”

Instantly, he let go, averting his gaze.

   “Sorry,” he grunted.

  “It’s fine,” I huffed, hunching over my knees.

  “Just be careful, guys are ***** ******** that will take advantage of someone innocent like you,” he reminded and I nodded.

” Better get back to Becca and Sarah, they’re probably ready to break down the bathroom door,” I chuckled awkwardly.

  “Oh, sorry,” he exclaimed, moving out of the way for me to continue.

“Thanks, bro,” I chirped, slapping him on back.

 “You hit like a baby,” he teased.

 “Whatever,” I replied, walking back into my room.   

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