I've never been allowed to receive the catalogs for any underwear stores. Since I have a thirteen year old brother, my mom despises everything even slightly revealing. Which is a problem because I happen to live in the same house as Jacob...and well, you've heard one example of my every day wear...
Anyways, I was due for some new bikinis. At the end of the summer every store has an incredible sale on all their summer stuff, and Victoria's Secret happened to have their bikinis on sale.
I would have called Bekah to go with me...but you know by now just how Bekah is. I swear she always looks like she's about to barf every time I even mention going shopping for anything.
She gets all her clothes from Walmart or the thrift store. I mean,don't get me wrong, I'm sure you can find some good clothed there, but secondhand? Just ewwwww. Nope. Especially secondhand bathing suits. Imagine all the germs....I can't even.
Anyways, I grab my car keys and head out to my baby blue Toyota Prius. I'm proud of this car. It's my baby.
I drive like the devil himself and swerve into the last open parking spot in front of the store. Usually it isn't this crowded here, so I don't know what's going on.
I lock my car and head inside the store. I'm instantly blinded by cameras.
"There you are!" A petite blonde woman exclaims as she rushes over to me and grabs me by the arm.
"Wait, what?" I ask, but my words go unheard in the commotion which has ensued since my arrival.
The woman drags me to the back of the store and begins to frantically pull bikinis out of a basket in the dressing room area.
"Paul!" She calls, and a very fit guy who looks like an Abercrombie model strides over to us. He opens up the black bag which he is holding and begins to pull out various makeup articles.
The woman motions for me to put on a turquoise bikini which is studded with various jewels. It's not really my style, but I'm too confused to argue. I step into a dressing booth and slide the bikini on.
I step out and the woman gasps.
"Beautiful!" She squeals, clapping her hands together like a kid on Christmas morning.
I shrug, and Paul winks at me.
"Sexy," he whispers in my ear as he pulls my hair back from my neck.
He leads me over to a table which I'd obviously a vanity.
I simply sit there while he applies makeup. Twenty minutes later, my makeup and hair are done and I'm staring at myself in the mirror.
Who the hell am I looking at right now? I know I'm pretty, but this...this....Wow.
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Chasing Reality
ChickLitI'm just an ordinary high school junior. Except for the fact that I'm in love with love. I thought that being noticed would bring me love. So I made one of the worst and best decisions of my life. I thought that I was in love. But then I realize...
