Russian Vocab

Inserting the pink key into the lock to get inside the apartment, Bailey looked back to Candi still trying to get used to how she looked now that she decided to get the same thing done to herself that was **** on Bailey. Her lips looked much more inviting now that they had been plumped, and her eyes looked more alluring with the long lashes. When they went to get that done he had mostly forgotten about the tall Russian woman from his appointment, his mind had felt so foggy that day, but she had recognized him when he walked in with Candi. “Little Bol, you have come back! You come back to maybe go a little bigger, make more inviting, yes?” Bailey touched the pad of his index finger feeling his thick bottom lip. Imagining how horrible this could go, he wasn’t suppose to get his lips done at all last time and now she wanted to go bigger. If he went any bigger he thought men might just be emboldened to walk up to him on the street to ask him how much. To the other two standing there it looked like Bailey was considering doing just that before she shook her head and declined with a smile on her face. “The appointment is like for me, I am getting my teeth whitened, lips done and eyelashes like my sister. I’m still a little upset she came to do this without me. Oh and like what does bol mean?” Katya clapped her hands once and smiled like she had figured something out as she looked between the two platinum blondes. “I should have seen, yes I see dvoynyashki.” She nodded. “What?” Both Bailey and Candi said at the same time, not sure what she had said. “Yes, umm.” Katya took a moment to organize her thoughts before replying. “Bol is baby, dvoynyashki means twins.” She emphasized the word twins by pointing each of her index fingers at the girls and then touching the fingers together. “I will make you krasivaya like sister, means beautiful.”

Candi had a big grin on her face as she looked at Bailey, loving that she called them twins and how cute it was that Bailey was called a baby in Russian and beautiful. “Oh yes please, I would love to be krasivaya!” Candi giggled. Bailey watched the teen go off with Katya as the older woman corrected her on how to pronounce the word just right. Then suddenly like that he was alone at the salon, inside the mall and after going through the same process he knew he had a few hours to kill. Looking out into the mall he considered what he could do to kill the time, each option seemed bad. He already hated walking around in one the last remaining articles of clothing he had, the tight workout pants that hugged his legs and lifted his ass, a shirt he had to borrow from Candi because he was out of tops, the thing a plain peach colored t-shirt that exposed an inch of his stomach and on his feet were his singular pair of sneakers, but sadly they were those type that had a build in wedge heel and he did not want to go around the mall looking that way. If he had money he could spend away the time in the arcade, he could even go pick out a shirt for Derrick so they could just leave when Candi was done, but he had no money and walking around the mall would just encourage people to look at his rear end and God forbid if Leam wasn’t at work and was at the mall again. No he wouldn’t be doing that so instead he sat down inside the salon, and pulled out his phone and was disgusted to see his wishlist had grown and he had no power to add or delete anything from it. Bored out of his mind Bailey ended up reading through three different magazines before Katya came out with Candi in tow. “Krasivaya dvoynyashki!” Candi said walking up to Bailey, saying her understanding of the words beautiful and twins in the forean language. “No, is krasivyye bliznetsy. Is different.” Candi closed one of her eyes and furrowed her brow for a moment, before showing her head. “I like do bad enough in english class.” Katya tended to appear more reserved than Bailey with how often she smiled, but that brought a small smile to her face. “Da, yes english so difficult. You use same word for different things, is bezumiye. Hmm, means madness.”

Looking at her now all done up he thought about how he would be kissing her later that evening and felt something awaken in him and tried to think if he remembered to take his pills this morning in the rush to get ready for the pool and the horrible discovery and remembering the shots he had gotten when he was younger and how he needed to see a doctor to get this all under control, but just couldn’t decide if he had or not and how he better go take some now before he forgot again. “Ya like now I still can’t believe you made me buy two shirts for your Dad, I like only ripped one.” Bailey said as he took the shits out of the bag and placed them on the table next to the chore list that was left there for him. “Well, I bought them, and you need to make sure you got him something he would like.” Bailey put his hands on his hips and looked at his friend, not realizing how much he was imitating the Best sisters at that second. “You… said he would love both of them.” Candi nodded at the statement, glancing down at the two checkered button up shirts, one blue checks on white, the other purple checks on white. “Oh yeah, Daddy will def love both of them, but like how would you know that? We may think it is cute, but boys think differently. Oh my god we should totally go to the mall with the boys this weekend and buy them a shirt to wear for our next date. Think how cute it will be to go shopping with them!” Bailey did not want to consider a shopping date where he picked out the clothes for another man to wear on a date with him and stayed focused on the topic that she had just used to attack his ego without knowing. “I KNOW he will LOVE THEM because like you told me, ya know his daughter, having like insight and stuff.” Bailey felt flabbergasted like she was purposely winding him up as she waving her hand in the air like his point had no merit. “He will love that you got him two more than if you got him like just one. Not only does he get two nice shirts, but he will know you took extra care to think of how he would like something. Trust me, I like know how to score points with Daddy and before you know it he will also think of you like a daughter and we both will have insight into OUR Daddy.” She said leaning forward with a beaming smile, as if she had just won some debate. “Ahh, fine, like it matters now.” Looking nervously at Candi, he could see mischief in her eyes. “What?” He watched as her eyes shifted between the shirts and then Bailey. “Like what are you thinking…?”

“Since you like wore his shirt before, what if you put on each of these and like we send a photo to Daddy to see if he likes them and what he likes better?” Taking a step back Bailey shook his head as he waved his hands so she knew he wanted nothing to do with that, he had learned his lesson about putting on his clothes, nothing good would come of it. “Come on… it would be like adorbs!” Bailey looked at the shirts, he would rather wear the oversized button up shirts than the borrowed tight peach shirt he wore now, but it wasn’t worth the embarrassment from being photographed in it, let alone what else might come of another one of her ideas. “Ya know, you are sooo right that isn’t like good enough. Ok, so like new plan.” She said as she started to take the pins out of the shirts that held it rigid. “You wear the purple one and I will wear the blue and we can like take some photos together. Then Daddy can see the shifts and how umm what did she say we were?” Candi couldn’t remember the russian words even though she practiced them with Katya, but when she saw no recognition in her friend’s face she realized she was asking the wrong person, if she didn’t remember there was no way Bailey had a clue. “I was trying to go for the Russian beautiful twins thing, but forget it. Here put this on.” She said handing over the shirt with the purple pattern. “Could I like wear the blue one?” He asked wanting to at least wear the more masculine color if he was going to be **** into the course of action he had just made clear he didn’t want to do. “Aww! Yeah of course! I was totally trying to be nice and let you wear the prettier one, but I am not going to get into who is nicer war, even if I would absolutely win.” Bailey gave her a genuine smile, she absolutely would, not only was she nicer, but his original opinion of her being like a freight train and anyone getting in her path would have to be pulled along or run over, so he was not going to argue with her. “You are like way nicer, but like if you want when summer is over if you want my clothes you can have them, I like wont need them. I mean, ahh, umm.”

Bailey was just thinking about how nice she was and clothes and how even though everything was dirty or in the wash right now he wouldn’t really need them and hadn’t considered what he would say as to why he wouldn’t. “Look who is getting all confident in how she looks, but like you are not going to get as big in the chest as your Mom overnight and you are NOT going to tell me I win and then try to one up me. I like have so much still at home and one call to Daddy I can double your wardrobe.” Shaking his head Bailey realized he was doing that lot lately and the answer repeatedly kept being yes instead of his emphatic answers of no. He really did not want this to escalate, and was really just trying to do something nice for her when this was all over. “No? You are saying no to more clothes? The girl who literally had to borrow a shirt because she ran out of clothes to wear?” Looking over to the closed closet door where the washer and dryer are, Bailey really wished he remembered to change the clothes over the previous day. “I’m like good on clothes, I just need to like actually wash them. Mommy used to do all the this, but like its my job now.” With that Bailey started to move to the washing machine to move the clothes over to the dryer with Candi following close behind. “Oh I see, you just rather pick out your own clothes. Yeah, I don’t think I could get Daddy to take pictures of my clothes for you to pick out some stuff. But don’t like try and fib to me little sister, no one is going to buy the line of you thinking you have enough clothes.” Ignoring the barb, Bailey started to move the now clean clothes that had at this point been washed twice into the dryer. “So are we like twins or am I your little sister? You like can’t have it both ways.” Candi shrugged, walking away now that she said what she wanted to say. “Yes I can, and like if we were twins doesn’t mean I couldn’t be older. Wait, do you like think twins are born at the exact same time?” She asked turning around with a look of wonder on her face at the absurdity of what she believed Bailey thought. “No, like of course not that would be stupid.” Candi put her hand over her mouth trying to hold in a laugh, thinking she had answered way to quick for that to be true, but didn’t want to make her feel bad by laughing. One thing her Mom did was make sure Candi never felt bad about not keeping up with others in school, it was something she still struggled with, but she was not going to let Bailey call herself stupid. A warm memory bubbled to the surface of her mind when she had gotten an F on her report card and told her Mom how she really tried, but she was just to stupid for school. She felt small, warm and loved at the memory of her Mom pulling her into her embrace, one hand patting her back as she held of tears as she was told she was not close to being stupid. “Bailey it is okay that you thought that, but like never call yourself stupid. You think differently, everyone has things they are good at and things they are bad at and so long as we keep trying to be better, not only will we be. But like the world will be better because you are not just in it, but doing your best.”

Her eyes watered up a little as the words her Mom once said to her, or at least something close to that came out of her mouth to help build up her friend. “I know we both can be like ditzy and space out at time.” You more often than me Candi mentally added. “But like neather of us are stupid. Most boys cant like color coordinate at all, but like we can put together an outfit. That doesn’t mean they are stupid, we like just think diferently.” Bailey looked over at Candi, hearing her kind words. He hated acting like some brainless bimbo, and he could see her eyes filling with tears. He figured she must be drawing a line directly from Bailey saying that line was stupid and drawing it right to herself. Walking away from his clothes he wrapped his hands around her to give her a hug. “You are like not stupid, please dont’ like every think that. You have made money off of Youtube and like literally have been scheming to get our parents to fall in love and get married. Those are like not things someone stupid could like ever do.” He felt her arms circle around him and pull him tightly to her. The tight embrace caused his chest to press into her breasts, a feeling that he was not used to, it was odd and slightly erotic. His thoughts went back to the pills that he needed to go take before he finished moving the clothes over, once he was done making his friend feel better. “I promise I wont, if you promise me you wont, and like don’t be giving me all the credit with our parents, you have like done plenty and I promise to help you with your video channel, we can like even do another video for you before we get ready for the boys. How does that sound?” Candi said pulling out of the embrace, but leaving her hands on her friend. “Lovely, it sounds like great.” It sounds lovely? Bailey asked himself, wondering the last time he heard anyone use the word. He shook his head slightly with his same pasted on smile as he went to go take his pills, wondering what kind of makeup video he was going to have to do, so that he could make her feel better, but considering they hadn’t taken photos with the button up shirts, he was sure that embarrassment was still in is future.