Modern Magic

See? I Can Be Formal

Willow groaned. "Why is this so hard!" She pulled the hair ties out of her hair and slammed them onto the dresser. She lifted her head and stared at her reflection.
"Everything okay if there?"
"Everything's fine, Fawn. Just great." Willow muttered, glaring at the mirror. They were invited to a formal evening. Willow was constantly wondering why. Why they were invited and why they kept trying to get her a stylist.
She sighed and picked up the hairbrush. 'I'll show them.' She thought. 'Just because I'm disorganised and that this isn't my style, doesn't mean that I can dress up.' She started working on her hair and make-up.
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Max tapped his foot on the floor, Fawn hovered in the air, Ashely awkwardly looked around and James was drinking coconut water.
Max groaned. "How long does it take for a girl to get ready?"
Fawn glared at him. "A lot longer than it does for you to get ready." Max huffed. The door creaked open and Willow poked her head out. "Willow." Ashley said, turning her attention to her.
Willow blushed and stepped out of her room. Max's jaw dropped, he was speechless.
"How, how do I look?"
"Totally amazing. Hold on, I gotta post this." Fawn said, fumbling for her phone. She snapped a quick picture and posted it. "There." She smiled. Willow laughed. "So, shall we?"
"We shall." Fawn, Willow and Ashley linked arms. Willow looked at Max. She put a finger on his chin, "close your mouth honey, you'll catch flies." She closed his mouth as Max blushed furiously. The trio walked out.
James puts a hand on Max's shoulder. "Dude, you got it bad."
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Meanwhile, outside, Willow's blush could rival Max's. "I can't believe I did that. I can't believe I did that!"
"Girl, you gotta relax. Let go and have fun." Willow smiled and the trio started walking, followed by James and Max.