Marilyn's P.O.V.
It was 11:23 and I had literally just woken up; of all days for the alarm on my phone to fuck up, why today? What am I going to wear, how will I do my hair and makeup!?
First thing's first, I have to brush my teeth and pee.
I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom to relieve my full bladder and get that nasty just-woke-up taste out of my mouth. Jesus, I am going to look like total shit for this "date" aren't I?
As soon as I finished brushing my teeth, I jetted across my bedroom and searched for something to wear, I didn't want to look slutty, but I also didn't want to look conservative or anything. Slutty didn't cry "like me for me", it cried "put it in and then gtfo until I want you again"; but conservative cried "let's wait until we're married to do any sexuals" and I wasn't about that.
After searching haphazardly, I settled for a black bandeau, a Nightmare Before Christmas tank from Hot Topic (which would match my plugs from yesterday perfectly), acid washed denim shorts, and black TOMS. Now all I had to do was my makeup, then I'd put my hair in a messy bun and tie a bandana around it, then I'd be ready for my date. Well, as ready as I could be with only half an hour to get ready.
I rushed over to my vanity and pulled out the products I needed. Out of the various drawers I retrieved foundation, concealer, liquid eyeliner, and mascara. I don't like to use too much makeup for casual occasions like this, I don't want to look like a drag queen, but I do want to look good.
I applied a little bit if the concealer and foundation and then went straight for the eyeliner, painting a cat-eye style atop of each eyelid; not too dramatic, but it made my eyes pop. After the eyeliner I spent about three minutes on my eyelashes, trying to draw them out as long as I possibly could.
"Fuck," I cursed under my breath when I saw the time, it was 11:56 and Shay would be here any minute. Because I knew I wouldn't have time to do a bandana and bun the way I wanted, I figured I'd just leave it down, I had washed it last night so it couldn't look too bad.
Like clockwork I got a text from Shayley stating he was there at exactly 12:00, I was impressed by his punctuality.
I raced down the stairs and called out to Clarissa and my father "Love you guys!! I'll see you at the studio, daddy!!" And as soon as I got to the base of the stairs I sprinted to the door, collecting my purse and calming my nerves before exiting.
Walking out of the house, I kept my eyes planted on the ground, afraid that if I looked up the gorgeous man sitting in that car would see the fifty shades of red on my face. But as I approached the door, I knew I'd have to look at him, so I opened the door and flashed the cheesiest grin I've ever made his way.
"You look great," he said brightly.
"Thank you," I said shyly. "You look nice too," I stuttered.
"Nah," he shook his head.
I wanted to slap him, how dare he deny looking good. he was absolutely beautiful!!
"Are you always this quiet?" His question snapped me out of whatever kind of trance I was stuck in.
"I, uh," I was at a loss for words. "No, not usually," I finally forced out.
"So it must be me whose got you all choked up," he smiled at me.
I honestly didn't know how to reply; if I say yes then he'll think that I'm some fangirl who can't choke out but a few meaningless words (but let's be real, that's basically what I am), but if I say no, then I look like a bitch. What do I say?
