"Someone who won't let others push them around. I mean it in a good way don't worry." As Amber was checking her nails Xira did the same. They were chipped and had dirt under them, she hid her hands embarrassed by how bad they look. She was very pretty, Xira wasn't going to deny that fact.
“Ah, thank you!” Amber hummed, showing her teeth now as she grinned. “I do my best with that sort of thing,” she added, pushing a bit of hair back behind her ear. She looked around, checking a clock in the wall. “It’s late, I’m probably going to head up to bed.”
"I should go back as well." Using the wall behind her she pushed herself up and started down the hall. Her knee still throbed, she didn't want to worry Amber so she ignored it. As soon as Xira was in the room she closed the door and slid down it and laid on the ground. The bed was to far for her at this point.
Amber walked down the hall and to a large staircase. She made her way up the stairs, going to the left and heading down a hallway. She walked into her bedroom, huffing as she shut the door behind her and flopped onto her bed.
Xira fell asleep on the floor that night. And was awake when the sun shone in her eyes. "I want to sleep longer." She groaned, rubbing her eyes. Last night was hard for her. "Amber are you awake?" She asked lazily. If Amber wasn't awake she wasn't going to get up.
Amber was in the kitchen in a pair of short shorts and a tshirt, sipping coffee. Her hair was a mess from sleeping, and she was makeup free. She yawned a bit, thinking that she heard Xira from the guest room. So, she got up, tying her hair into a messy looking bun as she walked to the room and opened the door. “Xira?”
Xira was still on the floor struggling to wake up. "So you are awake?" She smiled and stood up. " I'm hungry." Making her way to the kitchen she tripped a few times forgetting the her knee was still jacked up.
(Sorry it's short and bad I'm just a little busy.)
(It’s okay)
“Yeah, I am,” Amber said, following Xira out of the bedroom. “And hey, hold on, where you sleeping on the floor? There was a perfectly good bed, like, right next to you.” As they walked, she grabbed onto Xira’s arm to help her steady herself. “Careful,” she said.
"Yeah, I was just tired and happened to fall asleep there." Xira was not a morning person, she wasn't cranky, just out of it. Sitting on a chiar in the dinning room, she laid her head on the table. The day was to bright for so early in the morning, actually Xira had no idea what time it was. "What time is it?"
Amber walked into the kitchen, getting her cup of coffee and taking a long drink. “Like, eleven in the morning, maybe?” she said, looking over at the clock. She walked into the dining room where Xira was, taking a seat at the table now as well.
"Oh, God. I'm so sorry, I had no idea it was so late."
Xira laid her head on the table and looked over at Amber. How did she look so put together in the mornings. "Do you have any extra clothes I could borrow?" She was going to clean herself up and look just as nice.
“Hm? Don’t be sorry, I just woke up a few minutes ago. I prefer to sleep in late,” Amber explained, tucking a strand of wavy hair that didn’t fit in her bun behind her ear. “And sure, I do have some things. Don’t know if you would like the stuff, though. I mostly just have crop tops and skinny jeans,” she laughed.
"That's fine." She waved her hand around. Xira didn't care what she dressed in. "Just give me whatever you dont wear anymore." Her hair was a mess, and she needed a shower. "Do you always look this good when you wake up?"
Amber gave a loose shrug, finishing up her coffee and setting it on the table. “I might have some t-shirts and shorts you could fit you,” she said. She almost cracked up, though, at the last comment that Xira gave. “Seriously? You’re joking, right? I just woke up, and the only thing I put on was moisturizer to help with my acne,” she said with disbelief.
"Well I think you look fine." She yawned. Amber was one of the prettier people she's seen. Xira lifted her head to get a better look and she was right Amber was definitely pretty. "I should go take a shower." Staring to long was rude, so she stood and walked to the bathroom.
(Sorry I'm babysitting so it might be a bit bad.)
(It’s all good!)
Amber’s lips pursed at that before they curled into a grin. “You’re pretty stunning as well,” she hummed as she watched Xira get up, her eyes noticeably flicking up and down her form. After Xira was gone, she got up, heading into the kitchen to put the mug into the dishwasher before walking towards the stairs.
Xira closed the door behind her. When she knew she was clear her hands went to her face, it was completely red. Stunning? Stunning! There's no way. "Waiting for the water to warm up she got undressed, still thinking about what Amber said. "Ah, forget about it." The water was extremely hot so she turned on the cold. It was almost impossible for her to shower in cold water, warm water was the best.
Amber walked up the stairs and to her bedroom, going to her closet. She walked into what seemed to be a decent sized walk in closet, and began to look around. She wondered what Xira would like to wear, and what would look good on her. Xira was pale and had white hair, like herself, so light colors would probably look best. After a few minutes of searching, she picked out a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. She got dressed as well, taking her hair down and fixing it, and putting on her usual make up items.
"I'm done!" Xira shouted from the bathroom. She waited for Amber to bring her down some clothes. It was going to be interesting to see what she picked out for her. Xira brushed her hair as she waited, though it didn't need it. Her hair was naturally straight, and never let her do anything with it. It was annoying.
Amber heard Xira yell, and she looked at herself in a mirror, thinking that she appeared to look much better now. She took the clothes downstairs, and to the bathroom door. “Got a towel on or something so I can open the door?” She asked. Not that she wouldn’t mind seeing Xira exposed, she doubted that the other would be comfortable with that.
The door opened and Xira had a towel on with her and stretched out for the clothes. "Yes I do." Her wet hair dripping and sticking to her face. "Sorry, I'll dry my hair when I get dressed." She wanted to know what she brought her, and if it will possibly make her child like body look not so, well childish.
“Don’t worry about the water,” Amber hummed. She not so subtly glanced Xira up and down before speaking again. “Here are the clothes. If you don’t like them or they don’t fit good, I have a whole closet of other things you can try on. Don’t be afraid to be picky,” she said with a slight laugh before holding out the clothes.
Xira took the clothes and thanked Amber before closing the door. They looked like they would fit. She put on the pants first then the shirt. The pants were snug and fit perfectly, the shirt was a bit big but she didn't mind. Quickly drying her hair she went left the bathroom. "Dressed." She announced, walking into the living room. "Does it look weird?"
Amber leaned back against a wall in the hallway. She hummed as she waited, looking up and at Xira once the bathroom door opened. She looked Xira up and down again, clicking her tongue as she did so. “You look great,” she said.
"Thank goodness." She looked down at the clothes she was wearing. Xira though for sure she wasn't going to be able to pull them off. "What do we do now?" Taking a walk sounded nice, but that would be to dangerous, for her and Amber. And Xira was not going to let anything happen to Amber, she would feel bad if it was her fault.
“Well, if you’re hungry, we could always go grab something to eat. Brunch, if you want to call it that,” Amber suggested. She laughed softly, again, at her own little joke or whatever you want to call it. “We can drive to this nearby cafe, god they have the best food there.”
"Why not." Xira shrugged. She was just hoping no one would find her while they are out. Grabbing her shoes, she for the door. Excitement filled her, she wanted to go out so bad. With Amber there with her she wouldn't feel as alone or scared.
Amber walked to the front door, putting on a pair of nice wedges. She grabbed her phone, wallet, and car keys before walk out the front door. She walked with Xira along a small path, reaching a garage that she opened. There were two nice looking cars in the garage, which looked like the same model, but one was black and the other was red. She seemed to opt for the red one, walking over to it.
"These are very nice." Is Amber rich? Xira followed behind and got in the car. It smelled nice and it was very clean, just like her house. "You have a lot of nice things." She hoped that didn't sound rude. It was meant in a nice way of course, sometimes Xira can sound a bit sarcastic though.
Amber started the car, looking over at Xira before grabbing a pair of sunglasses that were set aside. “Thanks,” she started. “My parents both work amazing jobs, and my moms new husband is some CEO or something, so he tends to give me things to buy my love and respect or whatever,” she explained, her hands moving as she spoke. She put her seatbelt on and started the car. “Anyways, that shit isn’t important really. How’s your knee today?”