Living With The Bad Boy

25) Lauren Lookie Tall-Tall

"So," Nena squealed, poking my eyelashes with that black wand. Blush? Mascara? It's mascara. You're so smart Lauren! "Are you excited for the date? You've got yourself a keeper, I'll tell you that."

I sat down on the chair in front of the mirror and stared at myself with makeup on. "Eh," I shrugged. "It's not really that big of a deal. I'm having mixed feelings about this to be honest."

"Why?" Marcie asked. She paused her temple run game to give her attention to me. I feel so honored.

"I don't know," I shrugged, twirling around in the chair. "I barely know the guy and I agreed to go on a date with him."

"Well that's what a date is all about," Nena lectured. "You have to get to know the guy, inside and out if you want to.."

We both shuddered as she laughed loudly. "Gross," Marce grimaced. "Is no one going to mention that Lauren has a twin who's in love with Sam?"

"Ugh, don't remind me," I shivered. "Katherine's not my twin, she's an evil doppelganger. Her red hair and eyeliner freak me out."

"Katherine?" she asked, knitting her eyebrows together. No, not literally. That would hurt like hell. "I thought she said her name was future Katerina Ryder."

"So she says," I dryly stated. "I call her Katherine, it suits her better than Katerina. It'd call her Rusty but Sam's mother and Lena are literally downstairs and want her to marry Sam. Poor boy."

"Does anyone else feel how weird it is without Lena here?" Nena asked. "I've known the girl for a while but I've never seen this side of her. It's so unlike her."

"That's true," I agreed. "You know what? We should have a girls night out and cancel this date. That should help Lena and ourselves."

The both of them immediately pinned me back down to the chair and shook their heads. "Nope," Nena said. "You're going on that date with Blake and telling us all about it when you come back."

I started to protest. "But-"

"No buts," she said in a clipped tone. "You, missy, are going on that date and it's final. Here, take this dress and put it on."

"Where did you get this dress?" I warily asked, pointing towards the black, figure hugging, organ-squeezing dress. It would barely cover my ass and showcase everything to the world. "I'm not wearing that."

She burst out laughing and threw the dress away. "Of course you're not," she giggled. "Bethany already sent me a picture of the dress you're wearing. Your sister has a good taste, I'll say that."

"She did, didn't she?" I grimaced. "Can't I just wear a simple one? There's a green one in the back. Wait, never mind."

"It's freezing outside," Marcie reminded. "Just go with it. You can change into your sweats when you come back." This is why I love her.

The door suddenly burst open and Bethany came in with a flushed face, holding a black dress that had many sparkles on it, not in a flashy way but in a 'night sky' way. "Wear this and do not ruin your makeup," she instructed, shoving me into the closet. She gets the bossiness from her sister by the way.

The door slammed open again, not startling me this time. I swear Sam should just remove it. "Hello guys," Luke greeted. "I need your help and- woah Lauren, are you wearing makeup? Oh my god, my sister looks so old."

I scowled at him and threw a heel at his face much to Nena's dismay. "Shut up, I'm still seventeen," I rolled my eyes. "What do you need now?"

He shifted uncomfortably for a second, trying to think of a way to word it. "How do you tell a girl to leave you alone?" This happens everyday and he's not used it by now.