Cry Me a River (On Hold)

Surprise!

I stood staring at myself in the mirror of the Lounge, looking over Mona's master piece. She did a fantastic job on me, even though I'm still not sure why she needed to do this in the first place. My light brown hair is back in a perfect french pleat, with a few stray strands whisping around my face. I brought my hand up to lightly touch my cheek, which is glowing along with the rest of my face. Mona used light-as-air brushes to gently bring out the glow in my face. A few swifts of a brush on my cheeks made them rosy, a brush of eyeshadow on my eyes made them smoky, and a dab of lipstick made my lips full and glossy.

And the dress she had me in...amazing. It's pale yellow and falls at ruffles at my mid-thigh. It has one thin strap on my right shoulder and is my favorite kind of dress--flowy, not tight. This gorgeous dress has a darker yellow strap with small, delicate white flowers on it, and is the most beautiful thing I have ever worn. I started twirling faster and faster, my dress flowing along with me. I feel like one of those girls in a tampax commercial. You know, when the have the pretty, flowy dresses on and then they start twirling in circles and laughing weirdly with their heads back? Yeah, that's me right now.

"So, Deary, what do you think?" Mona questioned while still laughing at my little solo-dance.

"Oh, Mona, it's amazing!" I ran over and threw my arms around the little old lady, pulling her in for a hug. "The dress is gorgeous and my hair and makeup looks amazing! But, why am I all dressed up like this?" I asked, playing with the skirt of the dress.

"That's the surprise, and it's not my place to tell you what it is."

She then grabbed my arm and started ushering me out of the Lounge and back into the main dining room of the Cafe. As soon as the room came into sight, my eyes widened and my breath stopped. Purple, yellow, red, and pink flowers were scattered everywhere; All over the floor, on the tables (which were pushed over to the sides), hanging on the walls. The lights were low, like the deep purple of a midnight sky in the summer. And standing there, in the middle of the beauty, is Asher. He's wearing a traditional, black and white tuxedo, and he looks amazing in it. He's holding a purple Lily with a long, healthy stem in his right hand, and smiling down at me like I'm his everything. In the background I could hear slow, romantic music playing, making me want to dance...with Asher, of course.

He gracefully started walking over to me, his long legs having a flawless stride. When he reached me, he slowly bowed down--the "one arm behind back" kind of bow that I always thought looked so romantic! I have always, always wanted to be bowed to like that--never taking his eyes off of mine.

"May I have this dance, Miss Jacobs?" He put on a phony British accent, knowing that I love them. There's my Asher, all right.

"Why of course you may!" I used my own British accent that Jesslyn told me sounded "Like a dying toad with a sore throat and a heart disease," to put it in her own words. Rude, right? But completely correct. I absolutely fail at ALL accents. Trust me, it's true.

Asher grabbed my hand and drug me towards the middle of the old, tiled floor. He put on lightly on my waist and kept the other grasping my hand, refusing to let go. I brought my arm up and sat my hand on his shoulder, bringing us into a dancing position.

The dancing started. We started twirling around and around the cafe-turned-dance-floor, light as air. Its light a pattern, a poem, a song. Dip. Spin. Walk up, walk down. Spin. Walk down, walk up. Dip. And we continued on and on just like that. It was the most wonderful time I've had since my dad past away.

After about an hour filled with dancing and twirling and spinning and dipping, we stopped. I don't really want to stop dancing, I don't want my dress to stop twisting around my legs as he spins me, I don't want this day to end. Asher pulled out a chair for me to sit in, but I didn't take it. Instead I pushed him down to sit on the chair, and sat myself down sideways on his lap.

"Dang Leigh! What have you been eating lately? You're squishing me!" But he tightened his hold on my waist to keep me from getting up, so I knew he was joking. Hmm....Maybe I could have a little fun with this. I felt a sly smile creep it's way onto my face, and I knew I just had to play along.

I quickly replaced my smile with a frown and brought my eyes down to avoid his. I made my voice sound like I was about to start crying. Why? Because a few days ago, he said the exact same thing to me when I sat on his lap then. It's time for me to use that! "Actually, Asher, I havn't eaten anything for a few days. Since to called me fat..." I let a small tear escape from my eye and glanced up to see Asher's face fall and his grip tighten even more.

"Oh Leigh! Oh Leigh, I didn't mean it! Actually, I think you need to gain a little weight! Wait, no I don't! I think you should just stay exactly the same as you are because I love you just like you are and I never want you to change and I just think that you are perfect and--" Okay I can't take this anymore! His voice is filled with panic and he is talking so fast I can barely even hear him anymore. I start laughing. And laughing and laughing and laughing so much I just can't stop. If it wasn't for Asher's arms around my waist I would be laughing on the floor right now like a complete idiot.

"Leigh?" The panic has left Asher's voice and it is juts filled with down rigth confusion now.

"Asher! I was just kidding! I'm not going anorexic anytime soon. I'm eating normally and I'm just fine!" My laughter has died down and my voice id actually audible now. I can't believe he fell for it! He knows me better than that. I mean really. In 7th grade, when my friend Brooke stopped eating because stupid Michael Bakers told her she was fat, I told her that Michael was just a big butt-head and that she was the perfect size, which she was. She started eating again and then the next day, Alex Stanley--Michael's best friend--asked her out...and she said yes.

"I hate you."

"No you don't, you love me!"

"No I don't."

"Yes you do! You Loooove me! You want to hold me. You want to kisss me!" I started singing the little dong from "Miss Congeniality" that I sang to him the first time he asked me out in 7th grade. 

"I hate you...but I do want to kiss you"

I just smiled and leaned in to give him a quick kissed, which he fully returned. He loves me. That thought brought a smile to my face, because I know Asher will always be here for me. No matter how many bruises my mom gives me, no matter how many tears I shed, no matter how many times I fall, no matter how bad my British accent is. He loves me, and that may be all I know in this world.

Note- So there you go! The Surprise! Sigh...I want a boyfriend who would do that for me<3 Oh well! I'll get one someday! So anyways....what did you think? Sorry it took soooo long to update! Oh and...my name is Briana, not Alice. I was using the name Alice to see what my friends would say about ym story if they didn't know it was actually by me, but I ended up telling them because I kinda had to! So now I'm back to being Briana Lynn from Boring ole' Smelma Indiana. Oh well!(: So I hope you liked this Chapter! Oh, and that dress over there ~~~~~~~~~> ......That's Leighs! (I'll have to add the dress in about a week when I go to my dad's because that is where I saved the URL) Omg I want that dress sooo bady! :( Oh Well!(: So anyways...Vote and Comment and Favorite and Fan and whatever else is on that list over there <~~~~~~ (: Thanks for reading! Love you all!(: ~Briana Lynn~