To say that the past six days of my life were the best days of my life would be the biggest overstatement in the history of overstatements. Sure, it was cool having a friend (or a boyfriend for 90% of the time) with you during your waking hours, sure it was nice to have Sarah do my hair and makeup every single morning like clockwork, sure it was amazing to learn how to repress the bad memories, and sure it was amazing to bond with my new friends (Gordie, Rachael and Luke). But the room was more boring than a university lecture for something I'm not interested in, with its monotone colours scheme of beige and the only changing object in the room were the flowers that Charlie would swap over each day. And don't even get me started on the food. But as soon as I'd whine to Sarah, she'd tell me something along the lines of 'people don't even have food, so be grateful' and all that.
Sarah and I hardly got time to ourselves, basically because Rachael and Luke were teaching me more of the guitar, Charlie and I were still in our 'honeymoon' phase, Gordie would steal Sarah away from me to show her some landmarks and the psychologist would have at least two meetings with me a day. So, although it was a fairly boring six days, it was also a busy six days.
Sarah and I have managed to get three hours to ourselves, which made me smile from ear to ear.
"Okay, so we are going to prepare you for the Art Unveiling!" Sarah chirps, and my eyes widen along with my dropped jaw as I see her walk in with a huge make-up box, much bigger than the little make-up bag she brings every day. And I'm not over exaggerating when I say the box is huge, because it would have to be at least a hand in width and a forearm-and-hand in length.
"Sarah, that is in eight days." I say, looking at her as she opens the make-up box which yes, it does open up into different compartments.
"I presume that I will be doing your hair and make-up." She states, laying out products that I probably have never worn in my life. "So I have to plan what I'm going to do with you."
"Will I get a say in this?" I say, sitting up and crossing my legs on the hospital bed.
"Probably not." She replies, smiling at me as she inches closer to me.
She looked amazing as usual. It's no wonder why she was doing my make-up every day, and for the Art Unveiling. Her make-up was always spot on, and her hair was always styled to suit her face. Today it was flowing down to her hips in their natural waves which I always envied. I loved her hair so much that I want to cut it off and stick it to mine. And her matching of high waisted denim jeans and a white scooped neck t-shirt made her look like she wasn't even trying to look nice, however she did.
"'Okay, so let's try your hair curled..." She says, plugging in her curling iron. "So, how are you and Charlie doing?"
"Er, you see us on a daily basis, how do you think we're doing?"
"Have you two done anything more than kiss?" She asks, looking at the LED light on the curling wand. "Like, have you gone any further than that?"
I scoff before letting a chuckle out. "Not in this hospital bed."
A swift laugh leaves her mouth as she brushes my clean hair, clipping up the two top layers with a hair clip, and curling a strand of hair. "Are you planning on doing anything more with him?"
"Can we not talk about that, Sarah?" I say, cringing. "It's a bit personal."
"Oh you can tell me anything, Olivia." She says, holding the curl in her hand before letting it fall freely.
"Well, er-"
"You so want his di-"
"Sarah!" I scold, and she just laughs. "Change of subject, please!"
