Dear Mr. Bad Boy

Prom

"Damnit Chloe, hold still. If you don't, I'm going to burn your ear off, got it?" Casey hissed as she kept trying to work with my hair. She was doing a waterfall twist and curling the tips. Her hair was up in a gorgeous up do with a braid running through it. She was getting mad because I kept fiddling and complaining on how board I was.

"Yeah Casey, I got that you're a maniac with a curling iron." I smirked and she rolled her eyes and continued to work her magic.

If you haven't picked up on it yet, today's prom! Yeah, it was two weeks ago but things happen in that amount of time. Like for one, Liam almost broke his foot but it just slipped so he's okay. He doens't even have to wear a cast. Now, Emily had her first kiss with Matt. Yep, a lot can happen in two weeks. Casey doesn't have a date but she said she's okay with it. She said she can steal someone else's date because she's hotter than any of these hoes. Her words, not mine. 

Emily was supposed to come over to our house to do hair and makeup but she said her parents were making her stay because her mom wanted to cherish the moment or some stupid reason. Casey is also making me wear makeup. I've told her a hundred times that I don't want to wear it but she's not going to give up. She's persistent like that.

"Omg child, I'm done with your hair. Now I'm going to do your makeup. And yes, you are wearing makeup. It didn't take me two hours to do your hair to have your face looking like a monkey's ass." Casey ranted and I gave in. I wasn't going to win an argument with her.

"Whatever. Just make it as light as possible. I don't want to go around looking horrible. I'm not you." I winked and Casey smacked my arm. I laughed at her attempt to hurt me and she dug through her makeup bag. She had everything! She started wearing makeup when she was twelve and has never gotten rid of any of it. I personally think she's a hoarder of anything that consists of artificial beauty. I know, I sound lame, but I hate makeup because everyone is beautiful without some crappy filter to put on yourself. That's why I don't wear makeup. It's because I don't like the thought of it and what it does to people. It makes people think that they're some God of beauty just because they are wearing makeup. Stupid, right?

"Close your eyes. I can't apply the eye shadow with your eyes wide open. So, close them. Now!" Casey said with an aggravated growl. I shrugged my shoulders but did what she commanded. Damn she's bossy. I mean, I know that she's stressed because it's Prom and everything, but she needs to calm down.

Casey finished my makeup after about ten minutes. I felt fake by how much crap she put on me. I looked in the mirror and almost cried. I look. . . Pretty. I mean, it's all fake but it feels nice. I've been avoiding this type of thing for years and here I am wearing bronzer, blush, foundation, mascara, eye shadow, and I'm wearing confidence, something I haven't wore in years.

I looked over at Casey and she was smiling at me. She looked like she was about to cry and I was puzzled. Why would she-oh, I get it now. It's like a mother on her daughter's wedding day. It proves that she's getting older. I'm guessing that's how Casey's feeling. She's probably feeling like I grew up and I'm different now. She remembers the fourteen version of me who was a tom-boy who didn't care what people thought about them. She remembers the confident me who was out there and that everyone. She remembers the real me.

"Casey, stop crying. You're going make me cry then you'd yell at me because I smeared my makeup." I joked when Casey dabbed her eyes with a napkin. She smiled and got up and hugged me. I hugged her back and put my head on her shoulder. She smelled really good. Something along the lines of Japanese Cherry Blossom. It's from Bath and body Works.

"I love you, Chloe."

"I love you too, Casey. Now," I said pulling away from Casey. Her face was a little messed up but she still pulled it off. Her lid was a navy blue color and her crease was a shimmery silver. She had extra long lashes with the help of mascara and her lips were a bright peach color and she made it look natural. Ah, my sister and her looks. "We need to finish getting reading and call Emily and see if she's done, okay?" Casey nodded her head and went over to her vanity. She took out her brushes and junk and started fixing her makeup.She already had her dress no so all she had to worry about was her makeup touch up. I still need to get my dress on but I've got plenty of time. I smiled and went into my room to check my phone. I had about five Imessages and two normal messages. All the Imessages were from Em. The normal messages were from Matt and somehow, my mother. She didn't call often but she did text. This is what her text said.