I hadn’t planned on attending Natelie’s birthday party. I hadn’t intentionally lied to Tim, but after I got home, I thought about it and decided it didn’t sound very fun. So I was doomed to an afternoon of TV and getting fat off potato chips.
Until I found out Sean was going.
I got a text from my friend Amber Smith, who got a text from Tiffany Longfellow, who got a text from Carissa Bernard, who got a text from Sean himself, saying he was going.
It was just like a fairytale; He saved me from an afternoon boring enough to kill.
…Well, ALMOST like a fairytale.
I bounced off my bed and threw open my white closet doors, quickly scanning my wardrobe for a suitable outfit. I reached for a pair of flare leg jeans and a graphic tee, which was what I usually wore to parties, then stopped.
Would Sean like me in my normal clothes?
I bit my lip and hesitantly held up the clothes in my hand. They suddenly seemed very shabby, plain, and boring.
“I ALWAYS wear this shirt to parties, though…ever since Tim told me he liked me in blue…”
I shook my head and threw the clothes onto my floor. TIM might of said I look good in it, but SEAN would NOT. He liked girls with a sense of style, not ones that dressed like a normal, typical, average girl would.
I wrinkled my forehead and thought hard. What did I have that he would like?
I dived into my closet, rummaging through my rows of clothing, picking through piles, and even dumping out my dirty laundry hamper. Nothing caught my eye.
Then, I spotted something in the very back of my closet. I reached in further and pulled out an outfit Amber had given to me. I’d never worn it, it wasn’t my kinda’ thing. That is, until now.
In about thirty minutes, I had finished getting ready. I anxiously stepped in front of my head to toe mirror and looked myself over. Would Sean like it?
I was wearing dark, thick black eyeliner with bright purple eyeshadow. I’d piled on enough mascara and lip shine to drown a fish, and I DEFINITELY did NOT look like myself. I had on a sparkly, cherry red tube top, which looked….INTERESTING with my auburn hair. I wore a pair of skin-tight, mega distressed skinny jeans, and my black converses. I’d flat ironed my naturally wavy hair, and then sprayed it over with curling spray, scrunching it until it looked like a head-full of rontini noodles. Overall, I looked very different.
VERY different.
(Okay, well, abrupt end I know, and this chapter was actually supposed to be twice as long, but I decided, when it didn't get featured, that maybe it was TOO long, so I split it into 2 separate chapter. Hopefully this didn't ruin it.)
By @ImagineBlueRoses
