TWENTY
Alma“We’re not original at all. You know that, right? We’re going to be those cliché sexy kittens at the Halloween frat party. There will probably be another twenty girls dressed just like us,” I say to Quinn, her face deep in concentration as she draws whiskers on my face with black eyeliner.
“You’ll be the hottest,” Leo comments from my bed, where he’s sprawled out, looking at his phone.
“Yes, we will!” Quinn cheers in agreement. “Listen to your boyfriend. He knows. There might be other kittens at the party, but none of them will be as gorgeous as us. Plus, you can’t beat a two-dollar costume.”
Quinn found us black kitten-ear headbands and fishnet stockings at the local dollar store. Paired with two of her skimpy black dresses and some dark makeup and whiskers, we are pretty s
