She Said Goodbye

Gorgeous

      "Woah," I say, stepping out in front of the mirror, "I look, so good." I finish saying, and Garrett chuckles. "I know." He replies, and walks up behind me. I never knew I had curves, or this much weight put on, but I am so glad i'm not a stick anymore. Garrett had made me throw on a black two piece dress, the top ended just below my busts, squeezing gently, and the bottom of the dress started right above my belly button, and flowed out to the ground with a slit up to mid-thigh. Topping it off with a pair of open toed black heels, It was gorgeous. "When did you buy this??" I ask, confused. "When we went shopping last month, I had my fun when I wen to the "bathroom"" He explains, I just nod. "So, I was wondering if you wanted me to do your hair and then maybe, take you for dinner?" He asks, with a hopeful look on his face. I turn around and hug him, "That'd be great." I say, my voice muffled in his shirt. I let go and take one last look, and then we go back into  the room. Sitting down on the bed, I allow him to run to his sisters room for the curling iron, or the hair straighter. Or both. With him, you never knew. After a few minutes he runs back in, with a big tote overflowing with hair stuff and lays it on the flow beside the bed. He gets situated on the floor, and motions for me to sit in front of him, and I do as told. He laughs a little bit, and get's started.

      After what seemed like 2 hours, he finally put the curling wand down, and said he was done. Fluffing my hair up once more, he lets me stand up. "Go look" he orders, with a slight smile on his face. I walk into the bathroom, afraid of what I'd see, until I realize I trust this kid with my everything, so I look. I gasp. This wasn't me, at all. But I loved it. Along with the dress and heels, he had flipped my now shorter hair at the ends, had braided my bangs back into a half ponytail, and had secured it with a diamond studded head piece. I had to admit, I looked like someone from the 60's, but it was mighty beautiful. I looked myself over i don't know how many times, before turning with tears in my eyes. "Thank you" I say. Turning my face up to the ceiling, so I wouldn't drop a tear, he laughs and pulls me into a great big bear hug, messing my hair up. "Hey!" I say, getting frustrated a bit, "You messed it up!" I say, looking back into the mirror, it just looks a little frizzy now, and I see him smile behind me. "What's so funny?" I ask, turning on him. "Eh, just that you're adorable when you're mad." He said, and I  felt a blush rise to my cheeks, "Am not." I scuff, walking past him in the room and sitting on the bed. "Plus, you're cuter with messy hair" He says, and I fall back onto the bed, trying to not think about that too much. "You might even be, dare I say, gorgeous, Alex" He says softly, sitting next to me. I feel his hand pick mine up, and held it. We sat there, holding hands, and I loved it.