Summer Love

Chapter 2

"Baby, you look so beautiful," he says, smiling. I blush.

"I do? Thank you..." I try to think of his name, but my thoughts confuse me. I frown. What's his name? I can see his smile fading. Damn it, Maddy! The last thing I want to see is him frowning. I want to see that gorgeous smile of this curly brown haired boy... Harry! That's his name!

"Harry," I finally say. His smile comes back. He slowly leans into me, closing his eyes. I do the same. Our lips are about half an inch away from each other when a sound of an alarm clock wakes me.

"What the heck?!" I say out loud. I look at the clock. 7:02 am. Why was I dreaming about Harry? This thought consumes me. I wish my alarm clock didn't wake me up. We were this close to...okay, just stop it Maddy. I think I'm starting to like that kid. I make a mental note to go see a therapist or something. I take a quick shower, shave my legs not once but twice, and brush my teeth. Yesterday, my dad told me to wear something "nice". Does he think that I dress horribly and that I look hideous? I'm pretty sure he does. This pisses me off so much that I'm going to prove him wrong.

I decide to wear my shortest pair of shorts from Abercrombie & Fitch with my silky top from Forever 21. I look myself in the mirror. Not good enough. My eyes go to my breasts and I notice that they look a little flatter than usual. It's suppose to be 98 degrees today so I want to wear loose clothing, even though I'll be indoors. I try to find my only push-up bra that I bought a couple years ago. They feel a little tight and itchy for some reason, but I keep it on anyways.

As I finish curling the ends of my hair, I check the time. 7:40 am. I have about an hour and a half until I go downstairs and surprise my dad. Once I set the curler down, I decide that I need make-up. I apply some BB cream onto my face and set it with powder. Then, I line my eye brows with this, um, pencil thingy. I apply some light shadow, then some dark eye shadow, making it dramatic. I add a thin line of eye liner, finishing it off with mascara. Finally, I put some blush onto my cheeks and Babylips onto my lips. I look in the mirror again. I no longer look like 17 year old Maddy Woods. I look older. I look more professional. I even look sexy. No wonder girls in my school always wear make-up. I feel pretty. And I like it.

"Please?!" I beg. I know I sound like a child for begging, but I couldn't help it. When I texted Lara about this thing today she surprised me. A lot. She handled it pretty well and I'm almost positive that she's not mad or anything. We ended up talking about random stuff when she texted me, "The Canon Rebel t6i is finally out!!!" and from there I pretty much fainted. I've been waiting for it's arrival for as long as I could remember. Mom loved photography so, of course, she sucked me into it. I only have my stupid Sony camera, which I hate, although it takes pretty good quality pictures.

"Maddy, you already have a camera," Dad protests, honking at a teenaged boy running across the street. I look at the window. If I keep begging, he'll definitely say no. This is the camera of my dreams and I can't let this opportunity slip away from me. I take a breath.

"I know, Daddy," I say innocently. "I've worked so hard in school this year. I didn't get a single B in the report card. I know I'm already asking you to pay for that guitar I wanted and my trip to France, but...-"

"Maybe," he interrupts. "Oh look, we're here." We drive through the huge gates and then I see the enormous building. The Music Industries. It has always been my dream to get a gig here. I close my eyes. I really hope that today will go as planned.