I'd like to dedicate this chapter to _SmokeAndFire_ for helping me escape my writers block.
The plot line is not exactly the same but her ideas did help me. So thanks Myranda(:Elizabeth's POV
"Do I look okay?" I say to Tony and Calie who are both sitting on my bed.
Calie looks me up and down studying my outfit while Tony still sits there on his phone paying no attention to me.
"Ehh" Calie says while tilting her hand back and forth from one side to the other but her face tells me she totally hates what I'm wearing.
I glance back at my appearance and sigh. "Well what should I wear then?"
She looks at me and shrugs. "How should I know I don't go on dates."
"Me neither!" I laugh and throw my hands in the air.
It's currently 5:21 and I have no idea what I'm wearing for mine and Ash's 'not-a-date'.
"Tony..." I drag out and he finally looks up.
"Yeah?" He says and laughs when he sees my outfit. "That's a no." He says pointing to my blouse and light blue capris.
I roll my eyes. "Yeah already figured that out sherlock. What the hell do I wear?" I complain and sit down on my vanity chair.
He shrugs while getting up from my bed to walk to my closet.
"Where are you guys going?" He asks while opening up my closet door.
"Well he said maybe the beach and possibly icecream." I say looking at the mirror infront of me.
"Then just wear what you usually do: some shorts and a T-shirt. It's that simple and I'd wear a swim suit under incase you guys do go to the beach." He says and pulls out my highwasted blue shorts and an Adidas crop top with my white and black Adidas shoes.
(Outfit in media section)I shrug. "Okay that works."
I get up and take the clothes from Tony while going back into the closet to get my swim suit. I pick the only adidas bikini I have that I bought when i took volleyball for freshman year and head to the bathroom to change once again.
I come out of the bathroom and look in the mirror. There's not much of a difference because this is what I usually wear but I give myself and Tony an A for effort.
I had already straightened my hair prior to getting dressed so there not much I have to do now.
"Sooo... what you guys want to do now." I say looking at my friends.
Calie smiles. "Can I do your makeup?"
I look at her for a second contemplating if I'm going to die or not then shrug I had a good life. "Why not."
Getting up she makes her way over to me and pulls out her makeup kit that she leaves here. It's not big but that's only because neither of us are big fans of caking are face with makeup on the daily.
"I just got this contour thing and highlight so I'm going to try it out on you." She says and grabs her bag and pulls out a pallet of apparently contour.
"Whatever just don't make me look like I'm a clown." I smile at her.
She laughs. "I'll try not to."
Soon she says she's done and she smiles. "It actually looks pretty cool." Is her response, which kind of scares me because many things could be considered 'cool', like for instance morphing your face to look like a clown.
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