The Question Is...

Chapter 8: To Wake You Up, Duh

So you know that story with that shy girl who likes that popular guy who just want to be friends and then they actually find out that really, they were madly in love from the moment they met? Basically every love story? Yeah, that one! Well, I think there is something you should know about it.

It's all a load of bullsh*t!

No love story has a happy ending. Not a true one anyway. Nothing is always completely, and perfectly right.

People dream of finding their perfect job, with their perfect wife/husband and their perfect children and perfect pretty little lives. It doesn't happen.

Okay, that's a lie. It happens, but there are always gonna be points when you fade and you think 'f*ck it'. There will come a day when you try and leave and there will come a day when you wish you could go back. You'll make a mistake. We all do. There will still be things in everyday that irritate you slightly. But you just get on with it because you know you have the more important things in life. An enjoyable job, good friends, and a living family of which you could die for.

Unfortunately... Not everybody gets that life.

My first love story ended when I was young. My older brother left me and my mum to live on a plastic bag, a loaf of bread, empty food containers and 5p. We went on living terribly for months on end. My mum was ill which meant we had enough benefits to get her medication to but her into some better shape. Soon we didn't even have enough to get petrol, and I had to drop out of school. So we sold the car.

Lucy didn't know I used that money to get us back on track. She didn't need to.

Mum got better, I got a part time on weekends and after school once I'd returned. Life was getting better. But sometimes I still think about Harry a lot. We never knew where he went. Or who with. You see, love doesn't have to be about having a relationship. It could be a relative or a friend. And can I just mention, my past self would have said Harry was the best for both. It was hard for me and mum so cope for while. But we got used to it eventually.

But This one was different. He was different. Daniel was different.

Text message to: Lucy Marthers

Wait, Daniel's going? xxx

Text message from: Lucy Marthers

Well, duh. You know he lives all this smart and romantic crap! Don't worry Hun, you'll be fine. In fact, he might even try to make an effort to get you to feel more than that when he sees you in that dress 😏 if ya know what I mean xxx

Text message to: Lucy Marthers

Oh my god! What's wrong with you? You're terrible Lou. Calm your stuff. Nothing is happening
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The day of the dinner dance I woke up early. Almost rushing out of bed. I never rush out of bed. Did I mention I only did this because Lucy was already at me house throwing a bucket of water over me? Yeah, that happened. So, as you can imagine, I panicked at waking up, not to the comfort of my bed, but to the comfort of my swimming pool.

"What the bloody hell did you do that for?!" I said, doing my best to shout but my voice still being croaky, and my vision still barely awake I almost fell, did give the dramatic effect I wanted it to.

"To wake you up, duh, why else?" She pointed out as if it was obvious.

"Why did you have to use a bucket of water to do that? Now I have to dry my sheets, you could have just waited till my alarm went of arou-" I was paused by the loud sound of a song by Tonight Alive filling up the room, before continuing, "-now".

"Oh well, too late now, stop complaining. If I didn't you would have waited another 20 minutes after your alarm went off to get up anyway." Gotta say, she had a point there.

"True"

The conversation was left with nothing else before we heard a shout coke from downstairs in the kitchen. "Girls, pancakes... " I would tell you what mum said after pancakes, but as soon as I heard the word I blanked out and before I knew it, we were both charging down the stairs.

After we'd had our pancakes we went back up stairs to get ready. Did I mention that the dance was on all day? Oh, guess not. Well, it's on all day. Noon, to midnight. Yay. (Note the sarcasm).

Not to gloat, but me being a idolatry fabulous at makeup, did mine and Lucy's hair and makeup. I had an ombré blue eyeshadow, starting light in the corners of my eyes before getting darker as it fades slightly, with small eyeliner flicks, mascara, and a pink lipgloss. She had light red eyeshadow that fades into a blackish colour with again, eyeliner flicks and mascara. She wore a red lipgloss to match her dress. It was skin tight until it for to the hips and it started to fall out, riffles going from just above the knees, getting lower as it goes around to the back. It flows down to the floor and her dark red 4 inched heels go with it perfectly, kinda starting to feel slightly help us about if as well to be honest. But I gotta admit, I am pulling this dress off. My hair is pretty basic though. It's all curled and put up into a half up half down hairdo with the top half in a bow.
Lucy's is in a flower bun on the back of her head with a few strands falling down the sides of her face to keep it shaped.

It was now exactly 11:46 and we didn't have long left or much to do. We went downstairs to see what mum thought and after she's finished with the 'omg you're both so gorgeous' speech, we grabbed money, and a lot of it, our phones, earphones (you never know), a jacket, Chargers just in case, tissues, and lipgloss. All which magically fitted into our purses (besides the jacket obviously). I slipped on my new shoes and put on my jacket. When we left the house, there was a few things that surprised me. Those of which include:

1. A limo
2. Red and blue corsages
3. Two roses
4. Petals on the floor
5. People. Those people which consist of:
a) strainers on the street starring at the scene that seems to appear at exactly 7 minutes to 12 in the morning
b) Richard (Lucy's 'lover' if you wanna call it that) holding one of the roses and the red corsage whilst the other of both was in the hands of the person standing next to him
And c) that persons name was Daniel.