Page 78 of Adorkable

“This isn’t about Becks,” I said, teeth clenched.

Hooker rolled her eyes. “Yeah, okay.”

“It’s not.”

“You’re not fooling anybody, Spitz.” She shook her head. “Your mom’s worried. I’m worried. You know, I even think Becks is worried. This isn’t healthy.”

Crossing my arms over my chest, I sniffed. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“This is an intervention. Get up,” she demanded, pulling on my arm. “We’re having a Girls Night.”

I blinked. “What?”

“You know, Girls Night, make-up, clothing, ice cream, popcorn and a movie, the works.”

“Which movie?”

Sensing she was getting nowhere, she dropped my arm and said, “I was thinking maybe we’d watch one of those episodes you love so much.”

“You mean…”

“Yes, yes, I mean the ones with Yoda and Skytalker and all those freaks.”

I grinned. “It’s Skywalker.”

“Whatever.”

“But you never agreed to watch them before—and you know how much I hate make-up.”

“This is an emergency,” Hooker said, looking me over. “It’s all about give and take, Spitz. God, just look at that hair. I’m going to have to spend like an hour alone on that frizz.”

Actually, it took more like thirty minutes.

Once I’d showered, I let Hooker do her thing. Hair came first, tackling what she called “the danger zone,” then make-up, which took another thirty. She went a bit heavy on the eyeliner if you ask me, but I wasn’t arguing. Hooker had never watched any of the episodes before. “Superheroes are one thing,” she’d said. “Talking robots and a full-grown man in a Big Foot suit is another story.” I’d told her a thousand times that Chewie was not in fact a relation of Big Foot, just a Wookiee slave turned smuggler, but she’d refused to listen. By the end of tonight, she’d understand.

Finding the right clothes took another hour and a half since Hooker said the choices were slim. “Hideous,” was the word she used, but Hooker was one of those people who had no filter, so I let it slide.

“Phew,” Hooker said, swiping a hand across her forehead. “You actually look human again. Just look at yourself, Spitz. You are one hot mama.”

Looking in the mirror, I thought the skirt was a little short, the top too tight, the heels ridiculous and the make-up just silly, but I didn’t say anything. Hooker had worked hard to make me look this slutty.

“Thanks, Hooker,” I said instead. “You did great.”

“Yeah, I know.” She rested her chin on my shoulder, smiling at our reflection. “I’m a miracle worker. Let’s go downstairs and show Martha.”

Mom nearly dropped the cookies she was taking out of the oven when she saw us.

“Sally, where did you get those clothes?”Me, I corrected mentally. When she saw me. “That skirt is…it’s…”

“It’s hot, right?” Hooker said, nodding.

“It’s…something,” Mom said finally.

“Thanks?” I shook my head then turned to Hooker. “So where do you want to start? Technically,Episode One: The Phantom Menaceis the beginning, but one through three was pretty much crap in comparison to four through six. I say we start withEpisode Four: A New Hope. That’s the best, original cast, first to hit theaters. What do you think?”

“I, ah…” Hooker looked to Mom.

“Oh yeah,” I said. “Mom, you can watch, too, if you want. Hooker had this whole idea for a Girls Night, and we’re going to watchStar Wars.”

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