Meet Drake: Your typical bad boy. I-don't-care attitude and has feelings for Jessica. Who knows where love will take you?
Meet Jessica: Your good girl. Always gets straight As in school. Vows not to love Drake. Hmm.....
Meet Melissa: The school's go...
After school the next day, Melissa came over to my house to help me get ready. When she came, I was sitting on my bed listening to 'Uptown' by Bruno Mars."Have you bathed?" She asked and I replied in the affirmative.
"Okay then, let's start." She went over to my dressing mirror and gathered up her 'tools': makeup kit, blow-dryer, comb, brush, rubber bands, curling iron and hair clips.
"Please make sure that I don't look like a box of crayons threw up on my face." I told her and she nodded. When she was done I showed her my top five outfits.
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She chose the second one with a purple top and I wore it but I decided not to add the necklace. Then, I examined myself in the mirror. I felt strange.
"Melissa, I never wear this much makeup and clothes."
She snorted. "I know, the whole point of this makeover was to transform you."
"But I don't use eye shadow or lipstick!" I protested. "Only lip gloss and a little powder."
Melissa looked at me like she had figured out ow time travel was possible. "I knew it! Why don't you?"
I sighed and dropped on my bed. "Because I don't take delight in using my face as a canvas."
"Well this is not too much is it?" Melissa asked. "Because you are my best friend and if you say you don't like it, I could clean it off for you."
I shook my head. "Never mind, it's okay."
Minutes of silence passed and Melissa was the first to speak. "Go and have fun."She told me, sighing and sitting on my bed.
"Kay," I got up and took my phone and earphones. Then I wore a purple beanie. "Mel?" I asked.
"Hmm?"
"How will you get information about the party for your blog?"
"My assistant Shannon, will be there."
I was confused. "Who is Shannon?"
She shot me a look. "Shannon Drew? As in my blog editor?"
"Yeah," I now remembered. "So um... I have to go."
She nodded. "Yeah." And the two of us walked downstairs and met my mom fixing Matt's collar of his crisply ironed(by me) sea blue shirt. They both looked at me.
"Wow," Matt said. "I've never seen you look so...."
"Pretty?" Melissa offered.
Matt shook his head. "I was gonna say different but I'll stick with pretty."
My mom sighed. "You look awesome. Melissa, well done."
Melissa bowed."Thank you Mrs. T. It's my pleasure to bring out your daughter's flawless and unique skin."
