Curing His Love Allergy

Chapter 28 - A Birthday With France

It has been three days since France and I kissed, and I have been avoiding him ever since. Although I wasn't attending school due to my injuries, I still had to complete my work from home.

In addition to that, Noah and I had our music project to finalize. I also had to attend the Christmas gala and complete that project.

Yesterday, I went to the doctor to have my bandages removed. Underneath were small cuts that could eventually be covered by makeup until they disappeared.

I didn't have the courage to address the kiss. After we kissed, we didn't talk about it. We just bought two milkshakes to go, and then he took me straight home.

Now here I am, it is MY MOFO BIRTHDAY, and also the day I get to stop taking all the medication.

I really don't have anything planned for my eighteenth.

I got out of bed, stretching to ensure my limbs weren't sore. I ran straight to the bathroom to prepare for the day ahead.

After my regular morning routine, I scoured through my closet in search of a swimsuit. But I remembered something...

I left my room in my robe, heading to the guest room where Dom sleeps.

"DOMINIQUE!" I shouted upon reaching her door.

"Give me a second," she replied.

"I'll be in my room, just don't take too long!" I said, turning my back on the wooden door.

I went back to my room, ready to decide which swimsuit to wear.

I went into the small drawer where I store my bikinis. I have a neon pink two-piece that I have to wear. I had to look good.

I wondered if I should call a photographer. I'd look too good not to take lots of pics.

I found my neon pink swimsuit at the side of my drawer. I bought it back in Texas; it was one of the few things I brought here with me.

I laid it out on my bed, then proceeded to do my hair.

Today is my birthday; I have to go all out. I took my flat iron and straightened my curls. My now straight hair shone with the hairspray I used to give it the sheen and bounce it currently had.

Before I could start on my makeup, I saw Dom's reflection behind me, holding a small velvet box and a big gift box in both hands.

"Happy birthday, best friend," she said, walking up to me and resting the presents on my vanity desk.

"Thank you," I told her with a small smile, "But you didn't have to."

"I wanted to. Plus, what kind of best friend would I be if I didn't get you a gift for your birthday?" she smiled, giving me a side hug.

"Sorry, I just didn't expect it, that's all," I told her, smiling.

"Let me finish your makeup, then you can open the gifts," she stated, her eyes gleaming.

"You're not going to school?" I asked, eyebrows furrowed.

"Nope," she said, popping the 'P'. "It's your birthday, and one day off won't kill me. Anything you're doing today, I'm doing it with you."

She spun me around to face her, a makeup brush in her hand, leaving no room for arguing or changing her mind.

Around fifteen minutes later, she finally sighed after completing my professional-looking waterproof makeup masterpiece.

"This is perfect," I said, turning to look in the mirror. The makeup she had done was light with neutral colors but bright enough to make my skin tone pop.