Just Bad Luck

Chapter 6: The Soiree

A/N:

I can hear you all shouting, "UPDATE! UPDATE!" Haha, I kid. I don't even think someone reads this.

I am becoming an emotional freak. I'm just gonna sulk in the corner and wait for someone (that's you. :D)  to read and enjoy this chappy.

Happy Reading!

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When I got back from buying the ice cream from--Oh no, I didn't get to know his name! Aww. I was hoping on checking him out on Facebook. Bummer.--this boy, Isabelle and Louis were all smiles and wiggly eyebrows. What? Did their eyebrows got replaced by caterpillars or worms? Or maybe they're copying that girl I saw from YouTube, the one who can make her eyebrows dance?

Whatever was up with these two, I don't know. When I am now in a hearing distance, I ask them.

"What's with the wiggly eyebrows?" I say and point to Isabelle's eyebrows who finally stopped. It was starting to get on my nerves.

"How was ice cream buying with lover boy? Huh?" She grins and wiggles her eyebrows again.

"He isn't a lover boy! He just made me lose my ice cream, felt bad for it, and bought me a new one." I explain slowly, word by word as if talking to a two-year old.

"Did you get his name?" She asks, while Louis has gone MIA.

"Sadly, No." I shake my head, "Where's Louis, though?" I ask, totally curious where he's gone. 

"He's there by the park. Come on." She points, before heading there. I follow her and we raced each other to the swing.--I managed to keep my ice cream intact. Next, we rode the see-saw. I've never had this fun in a see-saw before. Well, it's so much fun when you grow older, rather than you were a kid. 

We all had a good time and then we parted ways to prepare for tomorrow's event.

The Soiree.

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"Grace, dear! Isabelle's here! Shall I let her go to your room?" My mom notifies me from downstairs,

"Yes! Let her!" I shout back. I still don't feel like doing this. I don't feel like going. Then I hear soft knock on the door and Isabelle goes in, when she sees me, her face turns surprised and furious at the same time.

"Why the heck aren't you still dressed?" She throws her hands aggresively "David's going to pick you up any minute now!" She stomps her foot.

Let me tell you that she's a very exaggerated person. David's gonna pick me up forty minutes away from the current time.

"Isabelle, I am having second thoughts. And, David is going to pick me up in like, forty minutes. Duh?" I say to her.

"Sorry. What do you mean you're having second thoughts now? There's no backing out now, Grace. You'll leave the poor David, dateless." She says in a dramatic way.

"Fine, fine." I groan.

"Go on and dress up already, after that, we'll do your make-up." She says and scoots me away. She looks beautiful wearing a white tied blouse, ripped jeans, brown boots and a white cowboy hat. I do as she says and head to the bathroom.

I take my time changing my clothes. When I'm finally done, I stare at myself in the mirror. I don't feel pretty enough for David. I was thinking about him when Isabelle's voice interrupts those thoughts and brings me back to reality.

"Come out already, Grace! You've been there for like, forever!" She exaggerates again. What'd I tell you?

"Okay, okay!" Then I unlock the door and go out staring at the floor, then I look up at Isabelle and her face is painted with awe.