Heart Trouble (EDITING)

Such a Stressful Play Date (pt. 2)

~~~ Layla's POV ~~~

"Tadaa!" 

Quin exclaimed.

I was shocked at the sight before me. Was this really me? Well, it better be though. I went through pure torture in the process. My eyebrows were plucked god doesn't know how many times and my skin was full of different moisturises that it seemed to be more of a chemical experiment rather than what it actually was.

Truthfully speaking, I didn't have the stamina to watch the whole procedure. After a few minutes I grew bored and very, very sleepy. In my dream, events took place that reflect the constant plucking and touching. It was painful.

But, I guessed it was all worth it. I looked like one of those models in those Cover Girl magazines. Just plain gorgeous with the smoky eyes and plush pale pink lips.

I admired my reflection for minutes, still stunned by the fact it was me. The ordinary girl who just turned into a princess. I was dazed by my new appearance.

Quin displayed that she was satisfied with my reaction because she smiled knowingly. She dropped her arms on my shoulders abruptly when she became impatient and I jumped in the chair and placed a hand over my thumping heart that could be heard miles away.

I slapped her arm and said,

"Don't ruin the moment. And don't scare me. Give me a warning at least."

She laughed out loud and said shaking her head and still giggling,

"Fine. I know I am a professional at what I do and proudly boast it. I can even turn a pimple face nerd into a beauty."

I gave her a glare. I was offended by what she said.

She positioned her hands in surrender and replied.

"Hey. I don't mean you. You are beautiful just the way you are. Wait. Isn't that from a song? Damn. Now I feel like a guy that is proposing to you. Ew. Cheesy much."

I tried to uphold my mean look but my defenses fell down and I was laughing out loud while holding on to my stomach. Soon, my stomach hurt and tears, not of despair but from laughing, came tumbling down.

I tried talking while I was laughing but only a few words were audible.

"It's - okay. Please - face."

She didn't understand a word so she gave me this extremely lost look. I shook my head and my laughter came to a stop. 

"Please help me change back. I cna't go out  looking like this. It's not bad at all, I mean. I just feel uncomfortable looking like this."

I most of  all could not look like this in front of Colin. He would tease me. Quin pretended to be hurt. Her hand was placed on her chest and gasped with a semi-playful-semi pained expression. Then she sighed and shooed away the matter like it was a dust floating in midair.

"Yeah. Yeah. I will get rid of it. I don't even know why you feel insecure. You know what. I will make you repay me efforts. You have to come to my birthday party tomorrow. If you don't come, I will stalk you and find your location and drag you by your hair over here. You have to come. It  would feel like something  is missing without you there."

She exclaimed with a serious expression. Was she kidding? I took one last examine of her face. There was no playfulness or hesitation detected. I sighed and nodded seeing no other way.

After 30 minutes, Quin washed my face and cleaned me up so there was no hint of the occurrence. I was impressed. She checked her mega expensive looking watch and said sadly.