Promise [{Completed}]

18

You are definitely going to hate me.
:P
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Devoni's POV

"Please don't get mad at me when I tell you what I did," Holly says when she enters my room.

"What did you do," I cross my arms.

"I thought about you when I saw it and I knew immediately that it was for you," she puts her bags down and bites her bottom lip nervously.

"What?" I cock an eyebrow.

"This," she pulls out a long sleeveless dress that was white from the bottom then it turns to purple to black on top.

"Wow," I look at it with adoration.

"I know!" She squeals.

Holly puts the dress on top of the bed so it looks like I'm wearing it.

"Now all I need is my hair," I sigh.

"Oh honey, you can rock it without it," she waves.

"Why did you buy it if I can't wear it," I pout.

"Because I saw this other chick at the mall, she was saying that it would be perfect for her to wear on prom and that she was going to make this guy fall for her and stuff, she irritated me and I didn't want her to have it because I knew it was meant for you," she explains.

"Did you hurt her?" I sit up.

"I was about to but I decided taking the dress and paying for it quickly would be a much better idea so I could get the last laugh," she smirks.

"You weirdo," I shake my head.

"Only for you my dear," she smiles maliciously.

"So I was wondering if I could see my beanie really quick," she bites her lip nervously.

"Why?" I quirk an eyebrow.

"Because I need to see something," she shrugs innocently.

I look at her suspiciously but give it to her anyway.

She grabs it and looks at me for another moment. Then she jumps up and down excitedly.

"Yes!" she squeals.

"What?" I frown.

"I can style your hair!" she exclaims.

"Uh..."

"Don't worry I won't kill it, or color it crazy like mine," she sits down next to me.

I look at her alarmed when I see her eyes are unusually wide with excitement.

"What?" I scoot back a little.

"Look," she pulls out a small mirror she uses for makeup from her bag.

I look at the little piece of glass and notice that my hair in fact has grown a lot. It wasn't long like how it used to be, when it reached my waist but it was long enough to be considered a pixie cut, if I did style it that long.

"Wow," I look closely to make sure it wasn't a joke.

"I know!" Holly squeals again.

"I haven't even bothered taking it off to check how long it was," I fiddle around with my hair.

"Well, it's perfect. You look adorable with it," she smiles.

"I like it," I put the mirror down and look at my close friend.

"Can I?" she asks a little too eagerly.

I nod and she wastes no time. She takes a comb out and starts working on my hair. She only simply combed it and fixed it, no cutting or snipping.