Begin Again (A Greyson Chance Love Story)

Chapter 14

CJ's point of view

Cody informed that we should wear something fancy. Oh mother of strawberries, why do I deserve further torture? Emily, obviously being ever so in love with fashion, forced me to wear a cream colored dress that didn't go past my knees and hugged my figure tightly. I feel like a stripper but Emily said I looked amazing. 

Believe me, I tried to protest in every way possible but Emily being Emily, I couldn't resist. She looked at me like I was some kind of masterpiece. She blew me a kiss, I rolled my eyes. "Don't look at me like that." I snapped. She scrunched her brows and frowned. "For your information, missy, I did a well-done job on you! You should be thanking me." She said, folding her arms across her chest. "Okay, sure, should I thank you for forcing me into these clothes?" I said sarcastically. She gave me a glare and shook her head, chuckling to herself. Okay, cool, my best friend gone mental. "CJ will you look at yourself in the mirror? You look so stunning! I know that you don't really wear that but trust me, you're breath takingly beautiful." Is she making me drunk with compliments more like lies? She dragged me in front of the mirror. That is not me.

There in the mirror I saw a girl, her hair was curled into big wavy circles, the make up was light but it balanced her physical features perfectly. That girl is not me. My eyes just widened in shock. Emily did this. "I know, you look beautiful." She said, watching my expression. "Well, you go choose your shoes while I take care of myself. I have to use my own expertise on myself as well." She said and left the room. I continued to stare at my reflection in the mirror. I can't believe that this girl in the mirror is me...

I watched reruns of The Vampire Diaries while I waited for Emily. Cody kept on sending me sweet messages most of them said that he was so excited that he could explode. That's like the lowest kind of exaggeration ever. I mean, if I exaggerate, I sometimes include my Ian Somerhalder poster and that already says a lot, I know, I'm shallow but hey, Ian Somerhalder is, in fact, a very hot guy. I chose my cream colored doll shoes, I'm not in to high heels, well, considering that I always have a hard time walking in them, I'm not trying now. I mean, what if there's a sudden Zombie Apocalypse, because of the dang heels, I'd die straight away. 

"CJ, I'm coming down." Emily announced, I heard thumps on the stairs. Someone's a bit too excited, well, this is her forte. You know, Emily being girly and there's me who has a fair interest in fashion and dating. I know I've left the 'boyish era' a long time ago but I can't change everything about me. I still know how to use the skate board, I can still eat a ton like before but I'm not as gullible as before. Emily soon appeared at the foot of the stairs. She wore a dark red dress that also didn't go past her knees, she had her hair tied into a neat pony tail and her make up was glossy which made her shine. "You look beautiful." I said, she smiled in return. "Of course, do you underestimate my talent? But I'm not as beautiful as you." She said, she chose silver pumps that cackled noisly on the floor. That is another reason why I despise high heels. "You've got to be kidding me." I said and chuckled. "I'm serious, you are beautiful. Why can't you just accept that? It's not a bad thing." She stated. 

I have my insecurities, okay? Sure I might be tough and all but that's just Greyson fueling my hate fire. My tough side is just an armor. The door bell rang. How did Greyson dress up though? We live in the same house. Emily squealed excitedly and hurried to the door, slipping in the process since she was wearing pumps. Seriously, I think it would be bloody feet murder if I wear heels that high. Greyson gave Emily a huge hug. "Hey, beautiful." He said and smiled widely. Emily giggled and released herself from his welcoming grip. Cody came in but stopped at the door way. Do I look that bad? Greyson stopped as he looked at me as well.