Moon Village

Chapter 5

'I don't know what to wear!' I moan, as I let myself fall onto my bed. My mom was getting all dolled up in her own room. She was supposed to go with Luke, helping him with selling the coffee syrups. It was some serious business, I understood. 'Why won't you wear that little black dress you have?' She yells. 'You know, Audrey Hepburn never went wrong with a little black dress.' She hints at my all time favorite movie; Breakfast at Tiffany's. And how could I possibly disagree with the one and only Audrey Hepburn. 'You're right.' I wipe some of my chocolate brown hairs out of my face and get up. My room was so tidy before I was doubting about what to wear. I pick the black dress out of all of the other clothing on my floor and get changed. I put on some black tights, as if that'll keep my legs warm. At least it looks cute, that's all that matters, right? For now, I put my hair up in a bun. 'Those new chunky boots you recently bought, will look so good underneath this dress.' I hear my mom say and I look up to her. 'Can I borrow your lipstick?' I ask. 'Suit yourself.' She replies. 'I need to go. Luke is waiting for me downstairs and we still need to set up his stall. Well, he's gonna set it up and I'll watch.' My mom chuckles and then kisses me on my cheeks. 'You need to be home by eleven, I left you some money downstairs so you can buy some snacks.' I smile and give her a peck on the cheek back. 'Thank you mom. Love you.' I say. 'Love you too.' She walks down the stairs, puts on her shoes and a couple of seconds later, I hear the front door close. I look at myself in the mirror. This is the easiest fit there is, but it looks good and I feel good in it. I start doing my make up. I usually don't wear a lot of make up, solely because I'm honestly not too good at it. And I have also been blessed with a clear skin, thankfully. I put on a tad bit of concealer, some blush. I brush my eyebrows with some clear gel, apply some mascara en go up to my moms room. I grab her lipstick, which I apply on. Now it's time to tame the mess called my hair. My hair has been having a life of its own lately. It's not curly but it's also not straight. I have always had dark brown wavy hair, but I never knew how to handle it. That's why I straighten it most of the time. I have no clue how to do a blowout, no matter how many times I have tried to do one. The YouTube tutorials started to frustrate me as well, so I just kind of gave up on that. I plug the straightener in and start spraying all sorts of things into my hair. This is supposed to keep it healthy, right? I take my time straightening my hair, as I want to look cute today. Half work, means half straight, half wavy and most definitely frizzy hair and that's not really the look I'm going for. Eventually my hair looks good enough so I unplug the straightener. I let it cool down before I put it away and start exploring my moms room. I absolutely love my moms room, it's like gold mine where I keep on finding hidden gems. Either good make up products, pretty jewelry, nice clothing. You name it and I could probably find it in here. Such as this amazing smelling perfume. I grab the bottle and take a sniff. It smells like autumn in a bottle. I spray some on. She wouldn't get mad at me for doing so, right? Else I could always buy her a new bottle. Or buy myself a bottle, instead of using hers. I walk back into my room, where I grab my purse. I've got my phone in there, some gum, a rollerball perfume which smells nothing like the one I had just put on. My house keys, though I might wanna forget those and do the same thing Dean did yesterday. I'd like to believe he forgot those on purpose, though I know I'm just being delusional by thinking that. I've got both a lip balm and a lip gloss on me. The only thing I need to put in there, is the cash my mom left me downstairs, so I head downstairs. I grab the cash she left me and put it in my purse. Now I'm all set. I look at the clock. It's almost six, which means Dean could come here at any moment. I have spent a lot of time thinking about him and anytime I do so, it feels like the cheek he kissed starts to heat up all over again. Obviously, I have spoken to guys before. I have never dated before though, because none of the guys I have spoken to, made me feel the same way as Dean does. As he has done ever since the beginning. It's weird. He's not even flirting with me or complimenting me all the times, like those guys did. Yet I can't help but feel butterflies whenever I think about him. I wonder if he feels the same or if I'm nothing more but a friend to him. I think we can consider each other friends, right? I decide to put on my shoes already but instead of the chunky new boots, my mom suggested, I decide to keep my outfit cute and put one a pair of shiny Mary Jane shoes.  The tights are a bit see-through, where the dress is pitch black. In my opinion, it does look very cute. I put on a blazer like jacket and decide to put two little black bows in my hair, one on each side. I give myself one last look into the mirror and continue waiting for Dean.