The Hair Tie

Chapter 5

Getting out of the shower, I thought about what to wear. Should I go casual or dress up a bit? I had one or two skirts lying around somewhere, untouched. My aunt bought me them as a gift, even though she knew I disliked wearing skirts when I was little; she didn't seem to understand that my opinion on skirts was still the same. She just wanted to change me, though.

Needless to say, she was not my favorite aunt, but I still loved her anyway. She still cared, so it was all okay.

Maybe I should put the skirts into good use.

Wait, I shouldn't care. This wasn't a date, I kept repeating in my head. However, no matter how many times I thought it, I would still be worried and nervous.

Screw it, skinny jeans and a band tee would do.

Slipping into my bedroom, I go through my usual after-shower routine. Moisturizing was key, you wouldn't want gross, dry skin, now do you? So, I always used lotion before dressing up.

When that was done, I walked over to my closet and picked out a pair of skinny jeans and then a Fall Out Boy t-shirt. I should add to my wardrobe, which is mainly made up of jeans, sweatpants, band tees, and t-shirts. Well, it was a good thing I was going shopping today.

Quickly getting dressed, I finished getting ready by moisturizing my face, putting on some chapstick, and then brushing my damp hair.

My eyes were starting to hurt, indicating that I should put my glasses on. I didn't need to wear them all the time, only when my eyes were irritated.

Grabbing my big framed glasses from my night stand, I put them on and stood in front of my full body mirror one more time.

Eh, I looked fine. I just needed my hair to dry, but it usually dries pretty quickly.

I grabbed my small peach shoulder bag, and stuffed my wallet, phone, keys, chapstick, and a pad in it. I could get my period any second now, so it was a smart idea to bring one.

Passing by my mirror, I did one more check. My girlish bag totally matched my outfit. I shrugged, oh well.

I walked out of my room and towards the shoe closet, which was close to the front door. I opened it and pulled out my favorite pair of black Vans. I put them on and then opened the front door, waiting for Aidan to come.

I didn't want him to bother ringing the door bell again, so it was easier for me to just get out of the house when I see his car pull up.

Taking my phone out of my bag, I checked the time. It was 11:57. Wow, I took twenty minutes to shower, and then only seven minutes to get ready. That had to be a new personal record.

Who said girls took forever to get ready? I didn't apply any makeup, though, which was probably why I didn't take too long. I usually didn't like covering my face in cosmetics; it felt gross. At times, I'd apply the slightest bit of concealer to cover up some imperfections. Other than that, make up was a big no no, along with skirts.

Ten minutes later, I heard a honk and looked up from my phone, realizing that Aidan was here.

I locked the front door and stepped outside. Opening the passenger door, I got in his car. Noticing that he was wearing a blue and black flannel over a gray tee and jeans, I was glad I didn't overdress.

"Hey, thanks for picking me up. So, how far is the mall?"

He looked at me weirdly. "You wear glasses?"

"Only when I need to."

"Oh, well it's no problem. And it's about a ten minute drive."

Woohoo, a ten minute ride of awkward silence. I was so excited. Wait, music always solved things.