Truly, Madly, Deeply

Chapter 21

"Why are you wearing that? Take it off, you aren't allowed to look cuter than me."

"I thought it wasn't a date."

"It might as well be!"

"Ana, you're sycho." Ariana rolled her eyes then preceded to strip off her cute and colorful dress top. It was my date with a cute, French boy and I was not about to be outshined by my friends.

Caroline buttoned up the buttons on her Polo, staring at her reflection in the vanity. "I only have one question. Why'd you tell the boy we were friends from university again?"

I ran the comb over my light brown hair, ridding it of tangles before straightening it. The smoke that floated into the air as a result of the heat was hot and gruffy. "Because what else was I supposed to tell him?"

"Hmm, I don't know. The truth?" Caroline just didn't understand, I thought.

I picked up a bottle of hair spray, shook it up, then sprayed a light amount on the chunk of hair that I had previously straightened. After the bright pink bottle was sitting with the rest of our beauty supplies, I picked up the dark blue comb and repeated the process.

"We are killing the ozone layer," Ariana muttered as she removed the cap from her personal bottle of hair spray and sprayed an excesive amount of fruity-smelling mist onto her bouncy red curls.

"If I told him the truth, he'd treat me differently," I explained, combing out my newly styled hair. After deciding that it looked nice, I pulled a piece from the front back and secured it with a floral patterned bow. "I just want someone to like me for being me, not for being friends with the biggest popstars on the planet."

Lou nodded, motioning that she completely understood what I was saying. "I feel ya, babe. Just make sure he knows that if he breaks your heart, I'll break his face." Lou then carried on to brush her hair up into a neat ponytail.

I giggled at Lou's statement. "I'll make sure he knows." Stepping back to look at the finished product, I smiled, content with my outfit of choice. Collared shirt layered underneath a thin sweater with the collar out, skinny jeans, and floral Doc Marten's that matched my bow.

"I still don't get why he invited all of us if he only really likes you," Ariana said as I sat down to finish my make-up. I pulled up my giant collection of Mac and got to work, brushing and stroking different sized brushes all along my face.

"He wants to make a good impression," I replied, brushing neutral colored bronzer over my cheek bones. "Trust me, all of you would love him. He is so charming and sweet and he looks like he has the best taste in music and books and -"

"Oh, spare us." Ariana rolled her eyes over dramatically, earning a punch in the arm from me. She was clad in a simple white sundress that sinched at her waist in a very flattering way.

Lou decided on a peach-collored sheer top and white skinny jeans with tan sandals. All of the ladies looked amazing. My thoughts were interrupted as a slight knock on the door sounded. The sound of a sliding key card came next, then the door cracked open to reveal Preston.

"Girls, your ride is waiting for you in the front parking lot," he informed us.

Ariana, Caroline, and I were ready to go. We grabbed our purses and began heading for the door, excitement washing over me. I've never been to a real villa before, much less one in France. I bet it was beautiful.

"Wait, I need eye liner!" Lou whined loudly, running in place as she struggled to find a tube of eye liner. "Give me two minutes, I just need eye liner! Please!"

"Ugh, god. You sound like Perrie."

As I watched Lou, I noted that she looked like a young girl getting ready to go on her first date. She finally found eye liner after digging through every bag in the room, applied it, then we went on our way. Apparently the boys were unaware of our absense, getting ready themselves for sound check.