Finally Soulmates

Part 8

Tara was slightly stressed having no idea what to think about a date. Was it even a date? Maybe she was just reading between the lines. No, this was definitely not a date, this was just a talk at a restaurant with a guy who might really like her that everyone thinks she belongs with late at night when she was having some family problems. Nope, not a date at all. Suddenly she was having second thoughts. What if it was a date? What should she do next? Should she refuse if it was? What if she falls for him? She hasn't even finished her college education as far as she'd like to go, a law degree. She only had her Bachelor's but romance has always gotten in the way of college. Tara remembered her college friend Crystal who had to drop out of college after having her child. That was it, no more pranks with her, so Tara went with the two's rivals, the guys.

Tara heard a knock at the door. Oh no, she thought. Slowly she made her way downstairs to find James at the door standing outside as her mom stood inside and talked to him. Oh no, she mentally repeated.

"Tara, I didn't know you had a date!" Tara's mom said. Tara would triple face-palm if she could.

"It hasn't really been claimed as a date, now are you going to let him in or what?" Tara asked a little bit rudely. Tara's mom looked only a little bit hurt but more mad at the way her daughter snapped at her. She was done with the attitude. Tara was done with the romance obsession. They both misunderstand each other.

"Okay," Tara's mom let him in and by the look on her daughter's face, left the room.

"You do realise this restaurant is a fancy restaurant, right?" James asked.

"No, I haven't been here for four years and was trying to forget." Tara answered, "It almost worked."

"I see, so do you have fancy dresses?" James asked. Tara nodded before leading him away to her room where she opened the closet to three fancy dresses hanging up that she hoped to never wear. He examined every single one of them.

The silence bothered Tara and she thought it would be rude to play music so she asked "Are you a fashion expert."

"Yeah, the guys think I'm the girl of the group, although they'll deny, Benny has a thing about hair and Scott with make up." James answered as he picked out a wine red dress that had silver gems where the pleats started and silver sleeves. It complimented her coffee brown eyes and long wavy almost black-brown hair that has been knotted up because she never brushed her hair for the week. "This will take a little bit of work," James looked at her hair, "Do you mind if I call them in?"

Tara shrugged, "Go ahead, it's going to take me a while before I can put on that nicely. Let's hope I don't angrily break anything."

James pulled out his phone and stepped into the hallway as Tara took to the bathroom to figure out the best way to nicely put on a fancy dress without tearing seams.

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Kelson finally broke into the house only five minutes before James came home with Scott and Benny. James walked in, completely worn out from the agent saying he is only doing this for Benny. Only for James to get a phone call and he planned to leave right away, walking to Scott's fiancée's house. Kelson grabbed some black skinny jeans, a white button-down shirt and a complimentary black jacket to look nice and then headed to his car to drive to Lindsey's house.

He knocked on the door and he didn't know what hit him. Lindsey was stunning of all things. He didn't want to seem like he was objectifying her when he said what he did, but he only said the first thing that came to mind, "You look beautiful."

Thankfully, she never took it that way. A large smile arrived, along with a raspberry shade on her cheeks as she said "thank you."

"No problem," he took her arm as she shut the door, and walked her to the car. Just like a gentleman, he opened the passenger's door for her and let her get in. Don't forget that this is the honeymoon period, he reminded himself mentally, we're only showing each other our professional side.

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Tara walked out of the bathroom wearing the almost floor-length dress to find Benny and another man standing right there with big bags.

"Under any and all circumstances, before beginning, you must promise not to tell anyone," Scott began. "Especially not Tasha, is she here right now?

"No, dinner plans with the maid of honor." Tara answered.

"That was close." Scott exhaled as though he was holding his breath.

"Are you avoiding her?" Tara asked.

"More like avoiding the stress she brings with her, maybe I'm not ready to commit myself to her for the rest of our lives, 'til death do us part, after all." Scott pulled out a box from his bag as Benny pulled out a hair brush with wide bristles.

"Back to the promising thing, how will you believe my promise?" Tara asked.

"Swear on the most important thing to you," Benny answered as he pulled out a stool from the closet and made her sit down, and walking behind her, running the brush through the ends of her hair.

Tara didn't want to swear on her father's locket around her neck right now, nor did she want to sound selfish and swear by her law degree. Either way she'd regret only picking one. "I swear on my father's locket and my future law degree that I will never admit your secret." Scott had a look of surprise on his face before he squatted in front of her and lightly brushed foundation on her face.

"I'm sorry, Tara, I only told them that I needed their help for you and they came in like an armada." James answered.

"It's okay- OW OW OW!" Tara exclaimed as Benny found the knots.

"You have too many knots, I have to fight them!" Benny whined.

"Like you have trouble," Scott said as he pulled out the eyeliner next.

"Goodness gracious no," Tara demanded.

"Close your eyes if it makes you feel better," Scott said.

"This is torture, I never want to do this again," Tara whined.

"How many times do you do your hair?" Benny asked.

"Or your make up?" Scott added.

"Never!" Tara flinched as the pencil touched her eyelid.

"We're helping you prepare for the wedding, whether you like it or not," Benny said.

"What about Tasha?" Tara asked.

"She has professionals," Scott said.

"James, you're leaving me in the hands of non-professionals?" Tara almost screamed.

"Would you rather have professionals or people who enjoy doing this and don't care about being paid?" James answered.

"Fine," Tara reluctantly agreed.

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A/N I'm thinking Tara looks like Genevieve Gaunt or Mrs. Padalecki, you choose.