Come And Save Me, Tonight.

Get A Grip

I hardly recognized myself as I looked in the mirror. Yeah, my long blonde hair was curled the same way it always was, my make up was done the same, I hadn't gained, or lost weight, and I was still wearing the same gypsy-esque clothing. I looked the same. But I didn't. 

I stared at myself in the mirror, eyeing my outfit. 

I was wearing a long, white cloth jumpsuit, with a black leather jacket, and bangles covering my arms. I tied a red and gold scarf around my head, and looked back into the mirror.

I didn't feel the same.

I felt arms wrap around my waist.

"You look stunning." Steven said, kissing my shoulder. 

"Thank you, Baby." I turned around and kissed him. Then I looked up and down, sizing up his outfit. 

Steven was wearing tight black leather pants, and a white cashmire shirt, unbuttoned half way down, so you should see his chest, and a leather jacket, to match his pants. He was wearing a bunch of necklaces, including the two he bought for us. One for me, and one for him, so we would match. He was wearing the same scarf that I had on my head, around his neck. We were matching in every way.

Both wearing black and white. Both wearing leather jackets. Both wearing the same necklace, and both wearing the same red and gold scarf. 

"Are you copying me, Mr. Tyler?" I teased

"Not at all, Ms. Parker." He mocked. "Are you almost ready to go?" He asked.

"Of course," I said, applying a final coat of my cherry red lipstick, to match the scarf I had on my head. 

"Okay, let's go." He giggled, clearly excited. "You want to drive?"

"Three times in one day? How'd I get so lucky?" I asked, sarcastically, grabbing the keys from Steven.

"Um... I'm the lucky one here, I'm dating the most perfect human being ever." He giggled.

I rolled my eyes, started the car, and pulled out of the drive way.