Lost

Chapter 7: Are we there yet?

Recap:

He looked like he was thinking really hard. Suddenly snapping out of his daze, “Can I take you out tonight?” he asked nervously.

I blinked. Take me out? As in a date? What about Will? Wait, he rejected me so I guess it was okay. “Sure” I smiled.

He sighed in relief that I agreed, “Good wear something warm.” Okay? I guess I’m going on a date.

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Crazy. 

That’s what’s going to happen to me if I don’t find Casey. I’ve been wandering around the whole pack house looking for her EVERYWHERE. I can’t find her! I used my senses searching for her or Stefan’s scent. I sniffed out both of theirs and followed it all the way to their room. I walked straight in to find them snuggled on his bed. 

They both looked at me, grabbing Casey’s arm, “Sorry Stef, girl issues.” And walked out draggin a reluctant Casey with me.

“WHAT? WHAT? WHERE ARE WE GOING?!” she yelled.

I walked straight to my room which was not littered with clothes and shoes EVERYWHERE. “Whoa, what happened here?” 

“HELP ME! IM GOING OUT OF MY MIND!” I said exasperated.

She looked at me curiously, silently urging me to tell her what I need help with, “Tyler asked me out tonight. And said to dress warm. I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO! I’VE NEVER BEEN ON A DATE!?” I said stuffing my face in my pillows.

It was silent, too silen-“OH MY MOON GODDESS! YOU TWO ARE GOING ON A DATE! OMG! OMG! OMG! WHAT!?! WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME EARLIER!!? WHEN IS HE TAKING YOU?” she screamed.

“7” I mumbled.

“OH NO! TWO HOURS!?! WE HAVE TO WORK FAST! GET YOUR SKINNY LITTLE TUSH OUT OF BED!!!” she yanked me off my bed and shoved me in the bathroom.

I took a warm shower washing my body with my vanilla scent and washing my hair with my strawberry scent. Turning off the water and stepping out, I grabbed my matching towels and wrapped my hair up and one around my body.  I put lotion all over my body and walked out to my room. 

Looking around I noticed that Casey put all my clothes and shoes back to where they first were. I have to thank her. On my bed was my outfit for tonight, I’m guessing. It was simple, dark jeans with a white tank top and a red and blue plaid flannel button up shirt and a pair of tan boots that went halfway up my calf. All together it was ADORABLE. Going to my dresser I picked out my undergarments and put my outfit on and decided to leave the shirt un-buttoned. Casey walked back in with her hair products and equipment.

Setting everything on my bed she turned to me, “I’m thinking bouncy curls and natural make up?” she looked funny stroking her “beard”. 

I giggled, “Do what you want, just don’t make me look bad.” I gave her a pointed look.

She gasped as if I physically hurt her, “What? Me? Never!” she smiled.

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After 20 minutes I was done, My blonde hair was in bouncy curls going down my back and the front was braided back. My makeup was natural with a little eye shadow and some eyeliner & mascara. I looked in the mirror and twirled. 

“I look amazing!” turning around I squished Casey in a hug, “THANK YOU SO MUCH! WITHOUT YOU I WOULDHAVE GONE CRAZY!”

She giggled, “It’s no problem, but next time I go on a date you’re helping me.” She winked.