Danger Love Ahead

Chapter Sixteen: So Very Mine

(April's version)

Saturday evening came faster then I expected. Mom had juggled cooking a few dishes to take to the dinner with getting her outfit ready and marking our papers. I didn't bother trying to peek at my marks for fear of unleashing my mom's hidden teacher Samurai. The woman was lethal. Instead, I dived into my closet to find an outfit for tonight's dinner with Brandon's family. At the thought of Brandon, I paused trying to unzip another unsatisfying dress, to wonder about his family. He hadn't told me anything; what to expect or how I was expected to appear. Were they the sophisticated type? In my mind, I pictured a tall woman, red hat with netting across her eyes, a long sleeved red jacket with huge shoulder pads and a dark grey skirt, white stockings and grey heels. She would greet with, "Braandon Dahhling,"accompanied with two kisses in the air near each cheek, "mwuah mwuah" 

"What are you day dreaming about?" I jumped at the amused voice and glared at Amanda in the reflection. I hadn't heard her come in but I was glad she was here when I realized my dilemma with the dress zip. Another figure appeared at my bedroom door, and I beamed at Mariah, who was burdened with a few bags and plastics in her arms. "You need help with that?" Amanda asked though she was already unzipping the unwanted dress.

"How did you guys get here?" I asked, quickly moving to help Mariah with her load. After attending an all girl's school for all of my life, running around in my underwear around the same gender, didn't bother me. "And what is all this?" I wondered aloud, trying to pick into the shopping bags.

"Your mom let us in," Am answered grabbing the bag from me and shoving me down to sit on my bed.

"And these are some outfits and cosmetics," Mariah added shaking a brown bag infront of me. "We're going to knock Brandon...and his family, off their feet. Brandon especially." Speechlessly, I watched the two set things up on my vanity and move around me, poking and prodding like I was some sort of alien.

"I hope you bought push-up bras," Am put her hands on my chest but I shoved them off uncomfortably. "You have small boobs."

"Yeah, I noticed that too, I did buy them," Mariah held up the offending piece of cloth in my face.

"You looked at my boobs?" I asked trying to catch up with the two.

"Her hair's so long," Am was saying behind me. "I think we should let it down."

"Does Brandon like it down?" Mariah asked me.

"Uh.."

"It doesn't matter," Mariah interrupted again. "He wouldn't be able to resist.

"Resist?" I asked.

"We could fix her hair up a little but not too much," Am continued. "The natural look is great on her."

"Which do you think is the right shade?" Mariah asked holding up two pink lip gloss that really didn't look any different from each other. But somehow, they were different because Am pointed out the one in Mariah's right hand.This continued, with the blush, the eye shadow, the eye liner, the dip liner, the mascara, the nail polish and other little items I've never seen in my life. 

"I don't wear make up," I told them but my voice landed on deaf ears. I thought mom was samurai with our lit papers, but these people were bloody make-up ninja. After all the suitable make-up items were collected and arranged, they got to work in applying them onto my face. I felt like a public latrine wall, and the two girls, the vandals. I almost cringed at the simile and tried to think of a better comparison. I felt like a painting canvas, and the two girls, the artists, painting a masterpiece.

"Okay, you finish this up, I'll get an outfit for her," Mariah told Am and turned to rummage through some things she brought. "April, what sort of outfit do you think is suitable?" I waited for Am to finish painting my lips before I deemed it safe to answer.