"Drake, could you come here for a sec?" I yelled from the bathroom.
A few seconds later, he arrived at the threshold of the door, "Yeah?" He answered, munching into a sandwich that he had in his hand.
"Which is better, red or black?" I questioned, biting my lip. I was less than two hours away from going to Liz and Derek's party, and I hadn't even decided on what to wear, and since she said formal yet casual, that meant that I couldn't pull off jeans. I'd have to wear a dress again, sadly.
"It depends," he shrugged, "where are you going?"
"Uh, an old friend's party. The dress code is formal yet casual, and I can't decide."
"Hmm." He came closer, examining the two dresses in a better light. I valued his opinion, not because I thought he had good fashion, but because he was my last resort. I watched closely as he fingered the dresses, testing its fabrics and texture, whatever that had to do with the situation.
"Black. Go with the black." He concluded.
I squealed. That was one item off my list of worries. "Thank you so much!" I exclaimed as I pushed him out the bathroom and locked the door. Quickly drying off and applying lotion, I slipped into the sleek dress. It was a simple crossed-back dress, with a sweetheart neckline that reached to my thighs. It was perfect I thought; elegant, but simple.
Careful not to mess up my outfit, I unraveled the towel that held my tangled mess of hair. I grabbed a brush, comb, straightener, and I went to work on it. I decided to go with straight hair, although it wasn't very easy to manage, it seemed to fit the occasion better than did curly. So, that took about forty-five minutes, give or take.
After applying a small amount of perfume and lipgloss, I cleaned up my little area since I had time, before running to my room and figuring out what pair of shoes to wear, along with a jacket. I figured since Liz said formal yet casual, I'd go with a rather conflicting outfit. I settled with a pair of black converses, and a leather black jacket.
Standing in front of my full body mirror, I looked at my appearance. I gave myself a pat on the back for achieving what seemed like the impossible, in my case. I was never really good at dressing up. I seemed to fit better and more comfortably in a tee and jeans, or a hoodie and leggings. I don't know, they just fit better for my personality.
So, grabbing my black clutch, in which I seldom used, I placed my phone, wallet, and lip gloss in there. Then, I made my way to the living room to wait for Lucas to come over. When I told him last night about the party, he appeared happy to be hanging out with some of my friends. But me on the other hand, I was not too happy. I mean, I wanted to see Derek and Liz to congratulate them for all they've overcome and become, but I did NOT want to see Colin.
I hadn't told Drake where I was going. He just knew that I was going to an old friend's party, which was true. He didn't ask who was going to be there, thankfully, because quite frankly I didn't feel like lying. I probably would've told him that Colin was going to be there, it's not like he would've done anything. However, then again I probably wouldn't have, we were just beginning to actually get along, and it was better to not cause conflict again.
"Aww, did you get all dressed up for me, sweetheart?" Drake cockily asked.
I scoffed and rolled my eyes, "You wish, but no."
Going into the refrigerator, I grabbed some ginger ale to calm down my weary stomach. The nerves were getting to me; I've had this nauseating feeling in my stomach all day and my head was killing me.
"Eh, one day." He shrugged, "Anyways, you feeling any better?" He asked, touching my forehead with the back of his hand.
"Yeah. I'm fine." I lied.
