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Kim sighed as she heard Carla yell at her to go away, despite the fact that she said that her cousin would be coming soon. This woman was so damn confusing! One minute she wanted to go home and the next she was telling to go away! At this point it was almost enough to make Kim regret saving Carla. Almost. Then again she hadn’t had much sleep the night before, that could also be the reason she felt so annoyed by this. [b]“No! I’m not going away.”[/b] She answered loudly, glaring at the door in front of her, until it finally opened. She had thought the dresser would be in the way, blocking the door as it had been last night. If she had known it wasn’t she would have just came it when told to go away.

Kim honestly hadn’t noticed just how much shorter than her Carla was. The woman looked away blushing once more, and Kim could help the smirk that played on her lips seeing it. Why in the hell did Carla blush have to be so cute? Kim bit her lip softly to keep herself from picking on the girl again like last night. She could help that she wanted to pick Carla for blushing; it was Kim’s way of flirting.

When Carla said something about wearing the dress though, Kim pursed her lips at her. Dammit! Why did she have to be so hard headed! [b]“Look I’m trying to be nice, but you are starting to piss me off. So let me put it this way. This is my least [i]whoreish[/i] dress….and being called a whore last night! I don’t fucking care….”[/b] Kim’s fist clutched slightly on the dress wrinkling it a little bit. She took a shaky calming breath, closing her eyes, before she rubbed a hand down her face. Kim was tired she spent an hour crying on the couch last night, and looked like hell, in her mind, because she didn’t have on makeup. [b]“Could you please just fucking…….put on the dress?”[/b] She asked quietly and sadly, Kim just wanted to go downstairs and have her French toast.