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Chapter 12

Dough!

After the girls realised how much they had in common during their night out at the football, Kylie and Mila quickly became inseparable. It was rare for a day to go by when they weren’t in contact via text messages, phone calls or emails to discuss plans for the week, whether to meet for lunch during the working week, go out on Friday night, shop together on Saturday afternoon, head out on Saturday evening, or have a lazy Sunday lunch that always seemed to end with a Sunday Session at either the Seaview or The Watermark on the Strand. Not everything they did involved drinking cups of coffee or alcohol. The girls would sometimes have so much fun chatting away while they listened to and sang the wrong words to Top Forty pop music or would sit around and make jewellery at Kylie’s place until the wee hours of the morning then meet up for lunch the next day. Kylie had never met anyone else who liked as many things as she did and they blossomed from each other’s creativity whether it was making their own cards to send to other girlfriends or beading jewellery. They really clicked.

“So how come we took so long to fall in love Mila?” Kylie asked one day as the girls sat beading on the lounge room floor of Kylie’s apartment.

“I wasn’t sure if you were being yourself, I thought you were trying too hard and that you were a bit of a dick,” Mila replied with a deadpan face.

“Awww... Really?” Kylie grimaced. “Like, what did I say that made you feel that way?”

“You were just so full on. You asked me like all these questions straight away, like we were on a speed date or something. Where are you from? How tall are you? How old are you? Where did you used to work? You sure are purdy,” Mila said with her tongue hanging out and her eyeballs crossed.

Kylie looked at her with her head tilted. “Baby, if you don’t ask, you don’t find out!”

“Yeah, I get that, but you were just a lil OTT.”

“Now you know that OTT is just me being me but, hey?”

Mila didn’t answer she just continued talking and pointed to Kylie, “And you picked on my name. I don’t like people who pick on my name.”

“Oh noooooo. I didn’t pick on your name mate. I was just trying to work out the origin of it. I do that to everybody, to try and work out how I could say their name in a sentence or what it could reference.”

“Yeah I know that now, but to start with, I thought you were being a smart arse.”

“Nahhhhhhh. I’m really not that smart!”

“I think you are. You certainly think quick, I can say that now that I understand how that mind of yours actually works!” Mila said.

“I thought you were bloody hard work, but I never gave up on ya!”

“Me? How?”

“I don’t know, maybe it’s because you were the nicest looking chick I’d ever met and I thought you thought you were too pretty to hang out with me...”

Mila interrupted, “What? Why?”

“‘Cause I’d invited you to a few things over a few months and you wouldn’t even try to get to know me, and like, I even cooked for you. I had to go and buy a cupcake tray just so I could cook for you. Do you know how much I hate cooking, and shopping for cooking items?” Kylie put her beading down and held both the palms of her hands open.

“Hey, those cupcakes were goooooood. That was very sweet of you.”

“Yeah it was sweet of me, but even after that, you still didn’t take up any social offers from me. I reckon if our boss didn’t give us one ticket each to the footy that night we still wouldn’t be mates.”

“Maybe. I hope not. Well I’m sorry we weren’t friends sooner but I’m glad we’re friends now!” Mila said holding her arms out to give Kylie a hug.

“Me too,” Kylie agreed hugging her in return. “Hey, Do you feel like going to the Sunday session for a couple of drinks? It’s come as you are day today.”

“Sure! But I will have to go like this or go home and change,” Mila replied.

“Yeah, you’re not going like that but you don’t have to go home to change either. You can borrow something of mine,” Kylie smiled.

“Seriously? You’d lend me something. I don’t even lend my sister clothes, like ever!”

“Now THAT is weird! Did your sister have big breasticles or something and leave indents in your tops and your frocks?” Kylie was trying to understand how Mila came to be from a non-sharing place.

“Nah, we just didn’t ever, sort of, share. We’re very close in age and I think maybe we were just so competitive that we just wanted our own things for ourselves.”

“Do you get along with your sister?” Kylie asked.

“Yeah, sort of, better than we used to. We like the same music, that’s about it. I don’t know what it is? I’ve just always been closer to my girlfriends than my own sister,” Mila said frankly.

“Even though she’s always been at your doorstep and would be there for you forever? Wow, I think my only worry about a sister would be that she’d steal my boyfriend. Other than that, I would love to have one.”

“My sister stole my boyfriends a couple of times. Maybe that’s another reason why I chose not to share with her.”

“Ouch!” Kylie said. “How old were you?”

“It was when we were at high school. It wasn’t like really serious stuff but it happened when we were seniors. We’re only 11 months apart so we were chasing similar boys near the end of high school.”

“Far out. Are you born in the same year?” Kylie asked.

“No, different years but only 11 months apart. I’m older. She was always a bit wilder than me though, and she could steal my boyfriends coz she was heaps randier than me.”

“Randier than you? She must have been quite the little slapper!” Kylie said in an English accent then laughed.

“Oh yeah, she was quite popular.”

“Do you hold anything against your sister for being a boyfriend thief?” Kylie asked.

“Nah, I guess she wanted them more than I did. She was just trying to compete with me, and I’m not into that sort of sibling rivalry so I just stopped doing things with her and we probably grew apart from there. I focused more on my sports and she got stuck into putting on her makeup, styling her hair up and... opening her legs up. Didn’t bother me,” Mila said shrugging her shoulders.

“Righto!” Kylie said taking a deep breath “Come with me. We must find something to change into, to make it look like we were already donning it,” she said walking Mila into her bedroom with her drink.

Mila sat on the bed with one leg dangling over the side, and the other foot tucked under her bottom.

Kylie asked Mila, “What shoe size are you, you look similar to me?”

“8-8 ½ depending on the brand,” Mila replied.

“Weeeeee! I knew it. That’s my size. Wow, I might want to claim you as my fashionista sister!” Kylie said rubbing her hands together then began talking with a French accent. “Okay, quick tour time, in de left top small drawer we have de flowers and de scarves, and in de right we have de bangles, de brooches, de necklaces and de bling. I will leave them all open for your perusal, then in de large drawers we have tops, skirts, shorts and I will make it easy peasy for you by bringing de fashion to you to sift through so you can see what suits.”

Kylie carried each entire tallboy drawer onto the bed so that they could rummage through the various tops, shorts and skirts together then she walked over to the double cupboard and opened up the left door.

“In de left side of de wardrobe, we have de shelves housing de variety of bags to suit de many circumstances one who is de social butterfly will require on de various occasions dat they will be invited to partake in. We have de day bags in the de top shelf, de tote bags, de evening bags, de clutches and de very necessary black bag range dat comes in no less than fifteen styles. I also have de collection of de fake and de real poshe noshe brands of de handbag variety, including de affordable 100% real life Guess range and de 1000% fake but oh la la! affordable knock offs. De fake range includes styles dat pay homage to de Chanel, de Prada, de Louis Vitton, de Burberry and de Coach.”

Kylie continued, “Behind de right cupboard door we have de frockery museum where all of my fashion faux pas and triumphs are housed. They are divided into sizing for ease of dressing and come in an assortment of cash-well to summer chic, uber sexy and nightclub diva to bullfrog, I mean ball frock and cocktail wear. At de bottom of de frock shop we have de tootsie collection for de one who tinks she is de caterpillar, but in fact she is de magpie and fond of collecting de shiny tings as most of de shoesies are resplendent of bling and schparkle, sass and class. So dere you have it! Whoever said less is more was full of shit, clearly more is more!”

Kylie covered her mouth with her right hand and hopped backwards popping her hips back and pointing her bottom out as she turned around to face Mila.

Mila was sitting on the bed with her jaw dropped. A foot long spaghetti-length drool was exiting the left corner of her mouth and heading for her lap.

“Eeeyooouu,” Kylie said pointing at Mila as she threw a bath towel towards her head so she could clean herself up.

“OMG, wardrobe my arse! You own your own boutique Kylie! How much money have you spent on all of this?”

“Ooooo. How about.... everything but the rent, always!” Kylie replied with her teeth together but her lips apart and her eyebrows raised.

“What? What are you saying? You don’t have any savings?”

“I’ve got a couple of bags of gold that my Dad gave me but the rest of my cash is pretty much spent from pay to pay, with about two hundred dollars a month for spending money....but me thinks that Outrigging will gobble that up.”

“You need to have savings Kylie! For a rainy day!” Mila said.

“Nah. I never go out on rainy days! I stay at home so I don’t get wet or rain hair, therefore I don’t need to save money!” Kylie smiled.

“You are going to be the best dressed bag lady everhhhhhhh,” Mila said.

“Whatever! Enough chit chat, what are you going to wear today duhlink?” Kylie asked smiling and gesturing like a game show hostess at her boudoir boutique.

The assortment of possible choices was breathtaking. It was like the heavens had opened up to shine a bright light onto a kaleidoscope of femininity. There were at least fifty dresses to choose from and another fifty tops in an assortment of styles and fabrics. She had summer and winter jackets and fitted and flowing skirts. There were jeans in all colours, ball dresses and long pants in addition to the over packed shelves of handbags to accessorise her stock.

“Holy fashionista alert, you have sooooooooooo much stuff! And nice stuff! Talk about spoilt for choice! Is there anything you don’t have?” Mila was still gobsmacked as she looked through all the spoils.

“The only thing I don’t have a lot of, is ear rings. Because I don’t have my ears pierced. But sometimes I get them as presents so I just keep them in case I can make them into clip-ons later,” Kylie said.

“Wow? I don’t think I know anyone who doesn’t have their ears pierced. Why don’t you?” Mila said turning back to Kylie.

“When I was younger and wanted them done Mum said if I got holes in my ears, I’d also have to get one in my nose but like a bull, in between my nostrils, so that was that and I haven’t really missed them. I spend enough money on everything else.”

“Wow. My sister and I were told we weren’t allowed to get our ears pierced until we were fourteen so she got a stapler and did her own.”

“Ooooo, Ouch and Messy?” Kylie said cringing.

“Yep. Worked but! Her ears were definitely pierced! I just waited ’til I was 14 and it didn’t hurt much at all!”

“Yeah, waiting is under rated!” Kylie said holding her earlobes thinking about the pain of stapling holes into them. “So, do you want to wear a frock tonight or jeans?” Kylie asked.

“I’m easy!” said Mila.

“Noooooo, me thinks that’s your sister in high school!” Kylie said jokingly then apologised straight away. “I’m sorry, that was mean, I don’t know your sister so that was inappropriate.”

“No, it’s a fair comment after what I just told you. She’s quietened down now, but she was a bit of a ho-bag, team player, mad rooter, so to speak,” Mila said.

“Okay, but I won’t say that again. I was just being silly,” Kylie said.

“Yeah, no worries. I don’t hate her, there just seems to be a closeness that’s missing between us.”

“How often do you see each other or talk to each other?” Kylie asked with her head tilted to the right.

“We see each other every Christmas or family get together, sometimes once or twice a year, and we talk, at those gatherings and maybe a random chat another couple of times a year?”

“Shiiiiiiit!” Kylie said frowning.

“What?” Mila asked.

“Maybe you could be the one who offers a new tide of friendship?”

“What would you suggest?” Mila asked, raising her eyebrows.

“Talking to her. Communicating with each other. And to start with, at least once a week.”

“What are we going to talk about?”

“Anything! Everything! The amount of things you would have missed learning about her would be endless. Ask her about herself and just listen. Get to know her!”

“How do I know she’d be keen on that?”

“You ask her. Engage her. Be honest and put it out on the table. If you feel there is a closeness missing between you two, tell her that and tell her you want to change that. If she is open to it, make the commitment to each other to ensure you talk at least once a week. Open ears and an open heart, just ring her and make a start!” Kylie said putting her right hand on Mila’s right shoulder.

“Mmmmm,” Mila murmured then she shrugged her shoulders.

“Don’t let something that happened when you were kids affect the future you have as adults. A sister is a gift. Any sibling is. It’s up to you but I think she is worth the effort and I don’t even know her. She must be alright if she’s from the same stock as you.” Kylie winked at her. “Mad rooter or not!”

“Righto, I’ll have a think about it. Now is there anything I’m not allowed to wear out of this lot?” Mila said changing the subject.

“Nope, it’s open slather!” Kylie replied sitting on the bed with Mila and picking through the drawers.

As each one found something they liked they would put it on and then try and find something to complement it. The room quickly became a mess and the goal of ‘coming as they were’ proved a very difficult spontaneous look to pull off.

“You know where the shoes and accessories are so just go for it until you find an ensembley you are happy with,” Kylie said.

“Ugh, it’s hard enough finding something that will go with what I like. Like, I’ll like a top but then I won’t like the bottom skirt or shorts.”

“Like totally like!” Kylie made fun of Mila.

“Shut up,” Mila said throwing a piece of clothing at Kylie’s head, covering her face.

“Hey thanks. I was looking for that. Go and have a look in the closet. There’s a summer frock in there that I reckon would fit you nicely.”

“What colour is it?” Mila asked, walking towards the closet.

“It’s coral.”

“Hmmmm,” Mila said lifting her right eyebrow.

“On the right hand side. It’s cute, it’s just too tight for me at the moment.”

Mila sifted through the coat hangers and when she found it she was impressed. “Ohhhh, I likey! I likey a lot!”

“Try it on you hot lil biscuit.”

Mila didn’t need to be convinced, she slipped out of the baggy selection of clothes she just had on and pulled on the strapless coral frock over her head and zipped up the side. It fit her perfectly.

“Oh that’s lovely on you,” Kylie said.

“Yeah I really like it” Mila said swishing the above-knee-length hem around in front of the mirror. “I’m done, I’ll wear this and the shoes I came over in. Where did you buy this?”

“Last time I went to Melbourne in a boutique somewhere in Richmond, Bridge Road I think.”

“Oh, I’ve never been to Melbourne,” Mila said.

“OMG, we have to fix that! Put that on your To Do list. You, me, Melbourne, together!”

“Righto. What about you? What are you going to wear?” Mila said walking back to the closet to flick through the remaining frocks.

“Ahhhhh, not sure but I haven’t given up hope yet. I feel like I’m in between sizes, too big for some, too small for others and the ones that have a bit of room left over actually make me look fatter than I am, and that is not accep-table,” Kylie said.

“Who are you? Goldifrocks?”

“Ha ha!” Kylie said looking up and laughing.

“What about this one?” Mila said pulling out a white cotton dress with short lace sleeves and holding it out for Kylie to see. “This is really cute and is a wrap around style so it will compliment your figure no matter what. Holy shit, this still has the tag on it. Haven’t you ever worn this before?”

“Oh yeah, I forgot I owned that frock. No, I don’t think I have ever worn that. Bonus! I’ll try it on.” Kylie walked over and positioned the doors of her wardrobe to keep her from being seen by Mila.

“Bit shy Kyle’s?” Mila asked.

“Yeah, I’m not used to getting undressed around others. Sorry. No offence. I’m doing this so I don’t scare you!”

“I went to boarding school, nothing could scare me when it comes to nudity and being seen in underwear. Plus I have a sister.”

“True. Yeah, I don’t have a sister. I have two brothers and we didn’t get naked in front of each other after I was about six.”

“Oh well, don’t ever feel bad about it. I’ve just always been a swimmer while at school or around the beach or pool in a bikini all summer so it’s second nature to me.”

“Half your luck. I reckon if I hung out in a bikini more I’d be stricter with myself with regards to maintaining a regular weight!”

“Yeah, it does help I guess. Exercise is the main thing though, and we’re both exercising with Outrigging. Have you noticed that it’s making a difference to your fitness levels?” Mila asked.

“Definitely my cardio level of fitness is better but I still need to do a bit more, ride my bike more, mix it up a bit. I know what I have to do to get fit, I’m just enjoying socialising at the moment! And hanging out with you!”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. It’s like we’ve just started dating and can’t do a thing without each other at the moment. People will think we’re having a fromance!” Mila said.

“A what?”

“Like a female on female romance, two frauliens!”

“Mmmmm. I think there are other words for that. We might have to go and live across the road if we’re going to be Lesbians.”

“Isn’t the bottle shop across the road? Why would we live there?”