Obsessive Perfectionist Ways

“Okay, ready?” Tracy asked Heather. They were sitting in Tracy’s room getting ready to make a video for their Youtube channel.

Heather took one last look in the mirror, fluffed her hair a bit, then took a seat in one of the chair in front of the tripod where the camera was sitting.

“Ready,” She chimed.

“Alright,” Tracy said hitting play on the camera and joining Heather in the chair next to hers.

“Welcome to-” Tracy paused abruptly and scrunched up her face.

Heather let out a sigh, this was the tenth try and every time Tracy would pause somewhere and say it wasn’t good enough. Heather tried to ignore Tracy’s obsessive perfectionist ways most of the time, but she had places to go and people to see.

“Hello, and welcome to 2girlFASHIONS,” Tracy said, “I’m T-Heart.”

“And I’m H-Song,” Heather said, with her best entertainer smile on. The one she spent a week trying to perfect.

Heather and Tracy had started their fashion blog, 2girlFASHIONS, two years ago. They started with outfit of the days, and moved on to fashion tips and reviews. Then the next logical step would be a Youtube channel, which they made during the summer. They already had a pretty substantial amount of subscribers.

Today they were trying to do their first tag video, the best friend tag. But Tracy was making it take forever, they hadn’t even gotten to the first question yet.

“We asked you guy what you wanted to see,” Tracy continued, “and a lot of you guys said the best friend tag. So that’s what we’re doing!”

Heather grinned, “so let’s get to the questions?”

Going good.

But Tracy froze and then scrunched up her face.

“No,” she said.

Heather groaned, “I promised my mom that I’d be home to see off my cousins.”

Heather’s cousins had stayed the summer while her aunt and uncle celebrated their anniversary in Paris. Her cousins were only five, ten, and thirteen, so basically a bunch of little brats. The summer with them had not been very enjoyable.

Tracy glared at her, “fine. Just go.”

“Ugh, come on Tracy,” Heather said, “Let’s just finished this video quickly.”

“If you’re not willing to put in the time for our channel then just leave,” Tracy said, standing up turning off the camera.

“Fine whatever,” Heather said, “I was gonna invite you to my place, but I guess you don’t want to come.”

Tracy just shrugged and stood there, as if waiting for Heather to leave.

Heather sighed and stood up, “see you later.”

Tracy just shrugged again.

Heather rolled her eyes and left the room. She said goodbye to Tracy’s dad and his girlfriend who were sitting in the living room watching one of those lame sci fi movies from before her time then left. She glanced back up at Tracy’s window where she could see Tracy sitting at her computer. Heather sighed, these fights were so petty, but they happened all the time nowadays. Heather didn’t want to worry about the state of her relationship with Tracy but she still did.

Back in Tracy’s room Tracy was sitting at her computer trying not to hear Heather’s car pull out of the driveway. She didn’t mean to snap at her again. It just happened, she was always on edge lately because she had a pretty bad feeling that her dad was gonna invite his girlfriend to live with them. She didn’t want Patty, and her weird obsession with outer space, in her house.

So she was a little angrier at everything.

When she went downstairs later to see if dinner was in the works she found her dad and Patty watching some show about aliens.

“Uhm, do you guys know what time it is?”

Her dad practically flew off the couch, he obviously hadn’t seen her enter the living room.

“Oh, wow, look at that,” Patty said checking her watch, “It’s late, you must be hungry.”

“Not really, it just that we usually have dinner at night,” Tracy said.

“We can order some pizza,” her dad said.

Tracy made a face.

“No?” her dad said.

“I told you I’m on a diet,” Tracys aid, “Pizza is not one of my diet foods.”

Her dad frowned, “oh.”

Tracy shook her head, “whatever, I’m not hungry, you guys can do whatever you like.”

And with that she left the room, feeling as she usually did after seeing Patty; angry.