Chapter Three: Yori
Crack of Doom
Hearing her iPhone jingle-jangle away, Yori turned over in her French Adeline Andre pajamas, silk on top and antique satin on bottom, hugging her goose-feather pillow.
“Is that yours?” Velvet mumbled from the other side of the room, groaning at the incoming sunlight and the noisemaker.
“I have to shower,” Yori mumbled back, silencing her iPhone for the time being.
“Why?!” Velvet groaned, pushing the sheets and blankets off her bed and sitting up. “We spent all last night gossiping and you still set your alarm?”
“There aren’t any curtains in the shower room,” Yori snapped, pulling her sheet over her head. Velvet got out of bed and slipped into her flip flops. Velvet pulled out her toiletries case, more carefully that time, and headed for the green curtain.
“Go back to sleep, Velvet,” Yori said, her voice muffled by the cream white sheets covering her head.
“I can’t now that I’ve waken up. I’m getting ready,” Velvet replied and headed out the cabin. Yori spent the next few moments just laying in bed, trying to squeeze her eyes shut, but she knew she was just as awake as Velvet was. Climbing out of bed, Yori grimaced at the early time her phone read, gathered her makeup and various cosmetics, and trailed after Velvet to the restroom. Yori heard the splattering sound of water running and was surprised to see Velvet already showering, scrubbing her hair with foamy shampoo.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this,” Yori said aloud.
“You know, Yori, I bet I know the reason you aren’t used to it…” Velvet started, rinsing her blonde hair.
“I’d love to hear this,” Yori responded, slamming her things on the sink counter before splashing her smooth skin with icy, cold water.
“You’re insecure of your own body,” Velvet said, reaching for her conditioner. Drying off her face with a cashmere towel, Yori snorted.
“Me? Insecure? You’re the one who--,” Yori teased, looking through her cosmetic case for her hairbrush.
“Hey!” Velvet cut her off. “You have to be nice to me, I told you everything, everything, about Brody.” Velvet peeked one eye open as she rinsed her hair out for a second time. Yori rolled her eyes, but gave in.
“Okay, I take it back. Sorry,” Yori said.
“What?” Velvet asked, incredulously, soaping up her arms.
“I said sorry,” Yori responded simply, brushing through her black mane.
“I never thought I would hear you say those words,” Velvet teased, laughing.
“Okay, okay. Are you almost done? I need to shower, too, you know,” Yori responded, averting the conversation.
“Let me just blow-dry my hair,” Velvet responded, twisting off the shower faucet, wrapping her towel around her body, and scuttling over to the sinks where the hair dryers rested. Velvet did a once-comb-through and gave her hair a quick drying before throwing it up into a high ponytail.
“All yours, diva,” Velvet faux-goaded and left the bathroom. Finally, Yori carefully peeled off her attire and folded them neatly on the sink counter before turning the shower faucet. As the water heated up, Yori grabbed her hair products, soap, and razor, and went through her head convo topics she could share with Brody.
He likes ending hunger….Yori thought, fishing through her bag for her towel. He’s into wakeboarding and waterskiing. He hates driving a boat, though. Brody’s favorite place to shop is…Gap, ugh! And…Yori continued her thought process as she stepped into the stream of water.
Letting out a high-pitched scream, Yori jumped out of the line of water.
“Cold, cold, cold,” Yori muttered to herself, turning the faucet up on a higher heat. If she had wanted a ice bath, she would have asked for one.
Brody doesn’t like when people brush his hair out of his face, but does like popping his collar. He will eat anything and everything as long as its not cherries and his favorite animal is a sea turtle. Testing the water with the tips of her manicured nails, Yori found the right temperature of water and stepped in once more. The temperature was okay, but went in and out sporadically and the stream of water was like a hail storm instead of a drizzle like the Drizzle-Nozzle said it would be.
Halfway through Yori’s scalp shampoo rinse and her ideas of conversing with Brody, Yori heard echoing footsteps in the sink section of the bathroom. Then, out of nowhere, a girl with brown curls walked into the shower room with her shampoo and soap. She had a Blue Man Group blue towel wrapped around her chubby body. Embarrassed and frustrated that the girl didn’t even hesitate to come into the shower room, Yori tried to ignore the girl and focus on her hair cleansing routine. She couldn’t get out of the shower without conditioning her scalp and she wasn’t even finished rinsing the shampoo out. Scrub, scrub, circular motions around the top of the scalp….going to the bottom… Yori thought, closing her eyes and taking deep, reassuring yoga breaths.
“Can I borrow your conditioner?” a loud, balking voice echoed off the walls of the shower room. The girl across the room was smacking her Double Mint gum, scratching her head with her specialized dandruff shampoo. Opening one eye and scrunching up her nose at the sights she had to see, Yori slid her conditioner out of its wall holder and tossed it to the girl. Scrambling to catch the bottle, the girl’s hair shook, beating Yori down with freezing water and specks of white dandruff.
“Geez! I didn’t know there were snowstorms up here,” Yori barked, turning off her water, covering up, and grabbing her stuff. On the way out, Yori grabbed her conditioner bottle before the other girl got to use it, leaving the restroom with a jaw-dropped chubster. Stomping back to cabin 2A in her towel only, Yori cursed the other girl from depriving her of her second washing of her scalp, muttering to herself all the way past the green curtain where Velvet was just finished getting dressed.
“Are you okay, Yori?” Velvet questioned, placing her past year’s counselor cap on her head, snaking her long ponytail through the square in the back.
“Only got one scalp rinse, on a snowy mountain without a view,” Yori snapped, throwing her things on her bed and tightening the towel around her body.
“I…don’t know what that means, but I will let you dress and I’ll meet you outside the cabin,” Velvet answered, edging towards the green curtain.
“Just go down,” Yori said, squeezing the water droplets out of her hair and onto the floor.
“But we have to register for our campers’ classes together since we’ll be counseling the same girls,” Velvet replied, lifting back the curtain.
“Oh, I forgot about the campers,” Yori admitted, shrugging. “I don’t know what to register them for.”
“I have their preference applications that are all pretty similar, so we’ll get an idea about what they all want to do and what the campers are like from these,” Velvet responded, holding up four pieces of speckled paper.
“Sounds fine. Let me dress and then we’ll register the little Bratz dolls for their singing classes,” Yori replied, finding her comb and very gently and slowly brushing through her tresses.
“You do know that we don’t even offer choir here, right?” Velvet asked, wanting to clear up the obvious miscommunication.
“Camp Song-Song doesn’t offer it’s own title? Better talk to the PR officer about that one,” Yori chirped, laughing at the “mistake.”
“Never mind,” Velvet said, giving up and walking out.
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ReplyDeleteThe dandruff scene was hilarious!
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