avery → h.s

part eleven

"Ave, I love you so fucking much, but if you keep squinting your eyelashes like that, I can never get this thing over with over an hour." Clara scowled in a serious expression. My lips curve into a pout as I comply. She smiled confidently and continue to do her thing.

I really can't tell you how many hours we've spent in Clara's room but it is already 4 in the afternoon. We have exactly an hour before the party started but I believe it's tolerable to be late on a party. Why is late happens to be such my thing nowadays?

Needless to say, I've been dying to get myself out of this room. She has makeover me for like ages. She keeps saying that it's almost done, according that we had already in our dress, but the makeup things just made it a lot longer. I mean, yes, she wants me to look pretty but I just never got into makeups. I don't really like makeup, and when I do wear makeup, I'm keeping it simple. In this case, I have to convince her that the makeup is decent enough for me.

The foundation and the face powder thing are done in a short period of time. Although I found it a little bit hard to persuade her to not to make my face look like a doll. My lip's covered with slightly pink colored liproll, I don't really catch what Clara said about the lip thing. Just leave it, I can't remember what it's called. My eyebrows are already dense enough so she only add a little touch of the pen - God damn it there are a lot of things to remember in makeup. She intended to put a lot of eyeliner, said that my eyes are very pure of beauty so it would be catchy if the eyeliner are thick. I decided to brush the blush on myself, because that's the easiest thing to do.

One issue; I don't have any talent on makeup.

There, after I do the blush on, Clara screamed in surprise. "Avery! What have you done to your face?!"

"I did the blush on right, right?" I sheepishly smile.

"You ruined my masterpiece!"

My jaw drops a bit in dramatic effect. "You called my face what?"

"Just leave it!" she exclaimed, panic rushed her feature. She was pacing back and forth, looking skeptical. Finally she place her face in front of mine while looking straight into my eyes intently. "Now let's get this thing over with. Avery Anderson, my dearest bestfriend. I need you to stay still only for three minutes. Three minutes, alright?"

I know she wants the best for me, but she put on too much efforts. Seeing her in this distraught state made me laugh at her expression. "Fine, grandma, I will."

By the time it's 6, we are already on our way to the school. Clara seems to be very distracted because she missed the opening of the party. Knowing her, she would never miss the opening since her first party.

"No need to worries, I'm glad to have you by my side." She squeeze my hand on her. I smiled in return.

We pulled up minutes later, and continue to walk in grace to the school hall. Correct me, the one who walked in grace is just Clara. And me? Well, don't ask.

"Grumpy, you looked like you could use some help," Nate stood in front of me. His arm swayed open in front of me. I look down at my pink pastel heels and hesitant to take his offer.

"I'll be inside, you guys make this quick." Clara said before walking to the entrance door. I saw her figure walking perfectly in the two piece dress she's been dying to buy since last week. Red purse was clutched on her left hand. Her hair was curled up into some waves. She straightened her hair in the upper side, while mine's fall effortlessly without any changes needed. Her makeup wasn't as natural as mine but still managed to look pretty.

"Grump?"

I blinked a few times before placing my hand on his arm. "I have to balance my feet first. Would you help me walk?"