She was in complete shock when she heard those words come out of her mouth. “I don’t look like a 12 year old.” she snapped back as she got pulled into her room. She looked at herself in the mirror as soon as she stepped in and heard Josie murmur in her closet. “I don’t look like a 12 year old, do I?” she asked self conscience. She heard the girl moving things around until she saw her pick out a black sparkly dress.
"Omg, that looks so lovely." she answered. She saw how short it was and smirked, "Whoa…whoa! That is too short for me Josie." She looked at the dress once more as she felt Josie stare her down in a glare. She knew if she wanted to go to the club with her she would have compromise to the dress. "Okay, okay…I’m going. I’m going to try it on." She walked to the restroom closing the door behind her. She gave herself a glare and just stared at the dress for a few minutes. "Do I really want to wear this?" she whispered to herself. She placed her clutch on the top of the sink and took of her jumpsuit leaving just her black bra and white and black stripped panties. She looked at the dress once more. "I guess, I can give it a try." she whispered again. She shimmied into the dress and tied behind her neck. She stood back so she could see herself in the mirror. Her eyes widened and she smiled, "Omg! I look fucking hot." She covered her mouth with her hand. Oh shit, did I just say that? She opened the door and stepped out showing herself to Josie. “Okay, what do you think?” she gave herself a twirl.
She glared at the girl when she tried to argue, knowing she didn’t have to speak to get her point across. She smirked when Hope finally agreed. “Good. And make sure not to rip it!” She added as the blonde sauntered off to the bathroom. Waiting for her to come out, she sat back down on her bed, pulling of the straps up her dress. As unbelievable as it sounded, Josie was beginning to believe she might just have fun with this. She had loved fashion for as long as she could remember, giving countless makeovers to her younger sister whenever she could. And in her opinion, Hope could do with a massive makeover.
When the bathroom door opened, she stood up, looking Hope up and down. “Damn girl. I never thought I would say this…But Hope Brooks, you look incredibly hot.” With a smile across her face, she grabbed her clutch, pulling out a tube off lipstick. ”But you would look even hotter if you let me do your makeup.” Knowing Hope was still a bit uneasy about the whole makeover thing, she would have to persuade her a bit. “Just a little bit, maybe some blush to bring out your cheeks, or mascara to bring out your eyes. Trust me, you’ll hardly notice you have any on at all.”
Hope’s eyes widened and she blushed. “I’m serious Josie, I’m not with him. Well, at least not now.” She smirked at the idea of going to a club.
"I’ve ever been to one. And yeah, I would like to join you." She looked down at her clothes and stood awkwardly in front of her. "What’s so wrong with my clothes?" She asked quietly.
She was a bit nervous of what was about to happen. She did promise herself that she would try going to parties and clubs now. So, now was her chance to experience it full blown. “Okay, by all mean work your magic. ” she replied in a giggle.
"Well good, because it’d be awfully hard to have a good time tonight if you have to worry about a boyfriend. And to answer your question, because no guy is going to want to screw you when you’re dressed like a 12 year old." She grabbed Hope’s wrist and started walking back towards her hotel room. "Come on, you can borrow some of my stuff." She still didn’t like Hope, but with Bailey busy planning her wedding and Alaina still back in Lillian, she didn’t really have anybody to hang out with, and going out with Hope was better than being alone.
Unlocking the door and walking in, she immediately went over to her closet and starting going through clothes, murmuring as she did. “Too bright…too short…too thin…this one should fit you.” She finally remarked, pulling out black dress that would have come to Josie’s knees, but if Hope wore it, it would end right at her thigh. Between the sheer material at the sleeves and the beading at the neck, it was a beautiful dress, but not one that you would wear anywhere around your parents. “Now go into the bathroom and try it on.”
Hope’s eyes widened at Josie’s question, ” I’m-I’m not dating Aiden. He just happens to be my roommate.” She moved her hair forward and fixed her shorts out of awkwardness. “Well, I didn’t want to be in my room anymore. I wanted to do something. Are you going to the club or something?” She asked with a smile.
She knew Josie for a while because, of her baby sister Bailey. She knew that Josie could be somewhat nice and she was going to try her best to at least become friends with her in some way. It was a new beginning for Hope, and she wanted to try something new. Something worth wild like Josie.
Josie nodded, clearly not believing a single word Hope said. “Of course you aren’t. He’s just some boy that you used to date and are were madly in love with that you happen to be rooming with. The sexual tension must be unbelievable…” Seeing the look on her face, Josie laughed a bit. “God, it’s so easy to tease you. I mean you’ve always been the most innocent teenager I know. Like how yes, I’m going out, and you’ve probably never been to a club in your life.”
At that, Josie smirked again, raising an eyebrow. “Why do you ask? Was Little Miss Blonde Barbie thinking about joining me? Because if so, you’ve got to lose that jumpsuit. And those shoes, and that clutch. And I am not letting you be seen with me with that hair.” She sighed. “I’ve got a whole lot of work to do on you.”
She kept walking down and noticed it was Josie. She immediately stopped, but then decided to just go ahead and say hi. She walked getting closer to her. “Heeeeey.” She waved up her hand awkwardly. She never really knew why this girl didn’t like her. She hadn’t done anything wrong, well at least that’s what she thought. She moved her clutch on her arm and gripped it.
She felt so awkward, she felt like a girl stuck in between hispanic girls, and all of them talking in spanish around her. She was so confused and looked at the girl, “Are you heading out?” she asked. Well of course, she is doofus. She had mentally screamed at herself. How could you be so dumb? She is changed and walking out of her room. Why would she even wear that if she was not going out somewhere? She felt her cheeks flushed and just looked down at her feet as she waited for the girl to just tear her apart with her words.
She raised her eyebrows at Hope’s somewhat dumb question. “No, I was heading to bed in heels and a dress.” She smirked slightly as she spoke sarcastically. Looking the tall blonde up and down, she decided to ask her a question. “And what are you doing out? I thought you’d be shut up in your room writing some sappy love song about your boyfriend.” Seeing Hope blush, her smirk widened. “So you do have a boyfriend…Aiden, right? I thought he had broken up with you a long time ago, but this seems to be the island of makeups and breakups. Even one as bad as yours.” Not hearing Hope respond, Josie rolled her eyes. “Oh come on, lighten up. You’re the one who stopped me on the way out, I don’t even know why I’m still standing here. But since I am, you better start talking before I change my mind.”
Poor girl. She had simply tried to start a conversation, and was already starting to get ripped apart. This was exactly why girls (and people in general) avoided Josie. If you were lucky enough to be her friend, she was loyal, and caring, and always had your back. But if you got on her bad side, she could be your worst enemy. The only reason she was somewhat nice to Hope was because she was best friends with Bailey. Too bad that Josie being nice wasn’t anywhere near nice.
Hope was in her hotel room sitting down on her bed. She had her notebook on her lap and a pen in her hand. She kept tapping it back and forth on the notebook. She was writing down a chorus, that she had been thinking about.
She looked to her left and looked to her right noticing that Aiden was still asleep. “This fool.” She mumbled quietly. She got up placing her notebook on her side table and closing it. She walked to her closet and picked out this black with flowered jumpsuit. It had ruffles on the top of the jump suit and cut off right above her knees. She put on some white flowered sandals that tight in the back. She walked over to her restroom looking at her hair she took off the hair tie letting her hair fall on the small of her lower back. She fluffed it out placing it perfectly on her shoulders moving it forward. She looked at her bangs and smirked. She walked out putting some lip gloss on. She grabbed her clutch and walked over to Aiden. She pulled off the cover of his face and kissed him gently on his cheek. She whispered in his ear, “I will be right back, I’m going to the market.” She moved back and turned around slowly not trying to bump into anything.
She made it out her door with out making noise. She closed slowly begin her and sighed, “Okay, Hope. You didn’t wake him up.” She mumbled. She started walking down the corridor noticing there was a figure walking up to her. “Hello?”
Josie stepped out of her room, closing the door behind her with a sigh. She hadn’t been out of her hotel room in days, which just wasn’t like her. Sure, she was still the sarcastic, blunt girl that she had always been, but coming back to the island hadn’t made her nearly as…hopeful as she had been before. The last time around she came because she felt like maybe there was a chance that Ian would forgive her, and eventually they would get back together. But those dreams had turned out to be exactly that. Dreams. Her exboyfriend didn’t want a thing to do with her, and by the time they had left, things were just as bad as they had been before. But now that she was back on the island, she wasn’t sure where they stood with things. She wasn’t even sure if he had come back for the second season.
So as an attempt to get back into a good mood, she had decided to go out, try and have some fun, and maybe even go to a party or two that night. Flipping her black hair over her shoulder and tugging her mini dress down, she starting walking down the hall, until she heard a familiar voice call out to her. Oh god no, she thought to herself.
As they got closer, Josie crossed her arms over her chest, giving a slight frown. Despite being extremely close with Hope’s younger sister, Bailey, she and Josie had never quite gotten along. Actually, most of the time that they were around each other, they just couldn’t stand each other, seeing as they were polar opposites. Josie was loud, obnoxious, and most of her time she spent partying and drinking. Hope on the other hand, was quiet, polite, and the kind of daughter most parents only dream of. So their conversations had never been more than a hello most times. “Hello Hope.”
And you are?