Paige sat on the couch sluggishly as he waited impatiently for his room mate to get around and ready. Both of them have been having a lousy day and have been at each others throats constantly from the moment that they woke up. It didn't help that Paige was constantly telling her her hurry up. As she walked out with an obvious glare in her eyes, she did a model like walk out of her room and spun in front of him in her overly small French maid costume. She’d made it herself out of a stretchy material and was glad that she was finally able to wear it for Halloween.
“Jeez, is that dress tight or short enough? What, have you not fucked EVERY guy on our street yet, April?” He evoked to her while rolling his eyes.
“No, I haven’t so why don’t you shut up and go find some hole to go die in because you’re pissing me off. Or fuck, since everyone already thinks you’re a girl with your stupid ass girly voice and long hair, how about YOU go get fucked by everyone?” April said, trying not to raise her voice.
Paige just rolled his eyes again and moved his hair out of his face as he started to text his friends. She took a deep breath and balled her hands and stared at with with fury. A fight between the two of them would actually be relatively entertaining to watch seeing as both of them were short and skinny, they even both looked a little alike in regards to Paige having feminine facial features. Every now and then on the days that they got along he’d occasionally let her pluck his eyebrows, which was nice because he was horrible at doing it himself and after shaving he never really cared to do any more work.
April sighed and walked off in the other room to change seeing as going out tonight was clearly not an option with Paige acting like such an asshole. In her room as she began to strip down out of the costume, she looked around her room for something to just wear around the house that was shorter than the costume. The task sounded easy enough but apparently she didn't really have much that was shorter other than a pair of shorts that would practically show her nether regions. Thinking of how he’d react, she slid them on over her already tight panties and began to collect her costume and a pair of black panties with some white frill to match with the costume if she decided to wear it and go out tonight anyways.
She didn't usually wear a bra because most of the shirts she wore came with one already built in and it didn't help that she rarely even wore any top while in the house anyways. She walked back out through the living room intentionally on her way to the kitchen. Paige saw and sighed loudly for her to hear. Hearing him gave her a huge grin and an even better idea. They had lived together for a while now but they’d never seen one another naked or had sex. She grabbed a knife and sighed, preparing herself for if her plan went south. As she walked out to the living room and stood in front of Paige, blocking the TV with her hands behind her back .
“Really? Can you fucking move please?” He chimed with a sarcastic tone.
“Strip down and put this on, now.” She commanded while throwing her costume at him and holding the knife to him with rage still present in her eyes.
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