“Delia!” Jess shouts from her room. Arg! Can't anyone leave me alone? The guests for Sophie's party will arrive two hours from now, and I'm still running around like a crazy woman.
“Yes?” I ask as I enter Jess' room. She is seated on her bed painting her toenails.
“Do you know where my white short is?” she asks me.
“Your top left drawer. Do you need anything else?” I ask; eager to leave. I have to finish everything on time.
“No,” Jess frowns, “Why aren't you getting ready yet?” she asks suddenly.
“I still have work to do,” I say leaving the room.
“No, no, no! You have to get ready!” she exclaims. She comes running out of her room, in only a towel, and grabs my arm.
“Blaaaake!” she shouts suddenly.
“What do you want, Jess?” Blake asks, emerging from his room. He is freshly showered
