Trauma Bond

Chapter Six: The Concert

You told Sasha about your plans, expecting her to reprimand you for your hasty decision, but to your surprise, she seemed glad that you were going out and doing something. "Oh good, I'm glad you made plans because I have a date tonight and I didn't want to leave you home alone." A blush creeped on her face. 

You smiled, you'd never seen Sasha so smitten before and it warmed your heart to see her happy. "And who do we owe the pleasure of winning you over? Was it that guy from the club, Niccolo?" 

She didn't say anything, just sweetly nodded her head 'yes'. You were so happy for her, you jumped off the couch and grabbed her hand. "Come on, let's pick out an outfit for you to wear! What time do you need to be ready by?"

Sheet you pull her to her bedroom, "He's gonna be here at 6:30 to pick me up. He's taking me to a nice restaurant, then we're gonna go to a small fair in town after that."

"Oh that sounds fun! So we should pick out something nice, yet comfortable enough to walk around a fair and ride rides," you pointed out as you came up with some ideas about what she could wear. 

You rummaged through her closet as she sat on her bed, quietly watching you while trying to manage her nervous thoughts. You found some cute black dressy pants that seemed comfortable. They were soft to the touch and flowed down the legs, making them breathable and not too tight. You set it on the bed, turning back to find a shirt to go with it. You found a light olive-toned shirt, where the sleeves rested off the shoulders and would perfectly highlight Sasha's décolletage. It seemed comfortable, it wasn't too tight and the material was soft and would allow air to flow through. 

You set the shirt on top of the pants and looked through her shoes. You found the perfect pair of sandals that matched the shirt perfectly. They were dressy, yet comfortable enough to walk around in where they wouldn't rub blisters. The outfit was complete, minus the accessories, which you would leave Sasha to deal with.

She thanked you before you left her room. You needed to find something to do to occupy yourself before you got ready for the concert. You settled on taking a quick shower, putting your hair up into a messy bun since you didn't want to wash your hair until after the concert. You did your skincare routine after the shower, having ignored the routine before bed last night and after you woke up today. You put on a plain oversized shirt and some sweatpants, settling on picking out your outfit for tonight later.

You still had plenty of time to get ready, so you went ahead and did the dishes in the sink. After placing the last of the plates and silverware into the sink, you started the dishwasher and washed your hands, rinsing them with a towel and checking your phone. You had 3 hours left to get ready, which was still plenty of time, but you didn't have anything else to do. 

You went back to your room, picking out a new outfit. You rummaged your closet for the perfect concert attire. You decided on some black skinny jeans that had rips on the knees, finding a cute lacy black corset top with attachable straps to hang on your shoulders. You put your outfit on and looked in the large mirror in your room, checking yourself out. It looked good, the top pushed your boobs up and didn't show them off too much. You opted to wear the straps, you didn't want to chance having a wardrobe malfunction.

You decided on wearing your trusty black converse again. Your hair was still wavy from last night, so you didn't need to do much with it. You pulled it into a high ponytail, pulling some strands out to frame your face. You gave it some volume and you left it at that. You decided not to wear foundation or concealer, you didn't want to deal with sweating it off at the concert, so you dusted a light layer of powder that matched your skin tone and put on a simple winged liner. You put on a light layer of light brown eyeshadow in your eye crease to give your eyes some definition, then you put on some mascara. You looked through your collection of lipsticks, trying to find the perfect one to wear. You picked two of them up, a dark matte black shade and a brown-undertone nude. You always stuck to nude lipstick shades, since those matched everything and were a safe bet. You decided to be bold and put on the black, which ended up completing the look perfectly.