After weeks of begging and persistence, she finally got invited to his place! She's so excited that she couldn't sleep the night before-- instead she spent the evening preparing herself for what she hopes he'll do-- or even make him do if he doesn't cooperate. She showers, shaves, picks a perfume she knows he'll like (she found out on his facebook that he loves vanilla), and styles her hair in a way she knows he'll like (she found pictures of his ex). She arrives at his place 2hrs earlier than he agreed, and he answered the door groggy and half dressed. "Shit, you're early," he says, rubbing his eyes and looking at the floor. She clears her throat subtly to make him look at her, and it works. He looks at her, and his eyes widen a bit. She had dyed her hair brown and wore it in a braid, instead of her pink messy hair that he was used to seeing.
"Why did you change your hair?" he asks, letting her in. She giggles nervously and grabs the braid; "I just wanted to look nice for you." She had changed her hair to look more like his ex, which she found out from deep lurking that he was still in love with.
"Well, I like it," he closes the door behind them, and the girl is relieved. If he didn't, he'd be in a lot of trouble.
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Historia CortaOh! Someone please bless me with the torture of love; bless me with fire in my veins and roses in my cheeks. I will do anything to make a man love me. Anything.
