“What the hell”, Kelsey screamed.
“Look at yo scary ass, aint nobody comin to get you.”
“What are you just opening the door at 1 o’clock for? I know yo behind haven’t been waiting on me” she walked into her house.
“Girl I’ve been looking out this peephole for about 20 minutes waiting on you!”
“Who’s fault is that?”
“Shut up and get a life”, Taylor closed the door.
“I don’t have time to argue with you, I’m hungry and sleepy!”
“Okay its some chicken on the counter, it was warm but it took forever for you to get here, so…”
“Its not my fault” Kelsey walked into the kitchen that was decorated with green and white. She swore Taylor was a perfectionist, everything was perfect her house, it was in college too. Her loving room was so clean it was sick, it was blue and green. Kelsey jumped on the green sofa with a white plate and her shoes on. Taylor went off.
“What the fuck is wrong with yo dumbass I just cleaned up and you got a plate in yo hands AND you shoes on, yet you jumpin on couch like it’s a fucking trampoline!”
Kelsey just laughed and ate her food, she didn’t have the energy to fight back. Kelsey fished eating and took her and bags and went to the guest room. The room was vermillion and orange. The room as beautiful, but it was bright and accented with green furniture. Kelsey loved the red, but at this moment she didn’t have time to think about colors, sleep was the only thing on her mind. As soon as her head hit the pillow she was out.
The next morning Kelsey woke up to the bright red and orange walls. She was surprise to be dressed in her previous day’s clothes but it didn’t matter because she was well-rested. She got up from the bed and smell bacon. She ran into the kitchen she wasn’t well-fed. She saw Taylor in the kitchen flipping a pancake before she put it on a stack of about 13 pancakes. Kelsey decided to steal one. She ran up to the plate and stole one, ‘you need help’ were the word that came out of Taylors mouth before she hit her with a spatula.
“Don’t be eating before I bless the food.”
“Whatever, when are we going to that concert” she grabbed a piece of bacon.
“In about an hour so take a shower and get dressed.”
“Ughh, what is this crap” she spit out the “bacon”.
“Its turkey bacon, you know I don’t eat pork.”
“Again; whatever...But can you fix my plate while I’m in the shower and getting dressed?
“Yup; that’s your clue.”
“To who were goin to see…got hurry up!”
“Okay”, Kelsey walked back thinking about what an artist and the word “yup” have to do with each other.
She walked into the room and rummaged through her bag for something to wear. She pick out three different outfits; tan thigh length shorts, purple blouse and black pumps; black dress with red belt and black pearls and red stilettos; and orange long sleeve Abercrombie shirt, black jean Capri’s and white stilettos.
She decided that she would decide when she got out the shower.