Message in a Bottle

Welcome Home (34)

Chapter 34

*Ciara's POV*

"Does my makeup look okay?" I ask Jordan who is laying down on the floor next to me, texting on her phone. Mason is sitting in between my legs, we are sitting in front of the mirror, I'm busy applying on the last of my mascara. I haven't worn makeup in what seems like ages, I actually don't own any, I was scavenging through Jordan's make up bag, Jordan is too busy texting Anthony to notice though.

Jordan moves the phone away from her face and squints her eyes. Jordan must not be wearing her contacts, she's always had bad vision since we were younger. I remember I used to be jealous of her in high school because right when she got her glasses replaced with contacts and her braces off, it seemed like every guy wanted to date her. "Aw, yeah. But it's just James, you don't need to get all dressed up," she teases.

"I'm not!" I roll my eyes. "I want him to at least think I've grown up since the last time I've seen him!"

"Ciara, your boobs got huge, I'm sure he'll notice how much you've grown up," she replies.

"Shut up," I laugh, searching for blush in her crowded make up bag. "How many things of eyeliner do you have?"

"Not enough, I always seem to be losing them," she sits up, looking down into the bag while I did as well.

I place each stick of eyeliner out on the ground, when I empty the bag of them I count nine eyeliners in total. "Not enough? Bullshit. You barely wear make up anyways!"

She amusingly shakes her head and stands up, using the dresser as a guide to help stand herself up. "I think you should wear the brown eyeliner. It'll make your blue eyes stand out." She says as if she was reading my mind. "You were just wondering which color to wear, weren't you?" She snickers.

"You know, I'm getting pretty tired of you knowing everything about me." I complain, even though it's not true at all. It's the best feeling ever having somebody know every little detail about you. Jordan and I are the same souls in two different bodies. Even our appearances aren't far off at all, some people used to mistake us as sisters when we were younger.

"Oh, you love it. Anyways, are you excited for tomorrow? For the party and everything?" She smiles at her reflection as she begins buttoning the top of her polo shirt. I take a look over to Mason who is occupied with banging my phone on the side of the mirror. That phone should honestly be advertised as indestructible. Since I've had that thing, I've had to of dropped it more than twenty times and there's still not a single scratch on it.

"Yeah. I'm kind of nervous though. How about you?" I wasn't sure why I was nervous for the party, but I just was.

"So, so, so, so, so, excited." She smiles.

At the same time, Jordan and I both hear a car rumble in the driveway, since Jordan had a better angle, she was able to see out the window first. "He's here!" She yells, running down the hall. I feel my heart begin to speed up, I didn't know what James was going to think of me. I stand up, carrying Mason closely in my arms. I take one last look in the mirror before heading out the bedroom door and meeting the rest of the Renolds downstairs.

I take my first step and I hear a loud bang. I look down to the floor and see that Mason had dropped my phone. Instead of picking it up I just leave it, it'll be there when I get back, and I don't plan on talking to anyone in the presence of James.

I take my time going down the stairs, being careful that I won't fall. I've had a history of always wiping out when I go down or up stairs, I remember I broke my wrist one time in school, it had to be the most embarrassing thing I have ever encountered. I was the laughing stock of the school for a week, it got so bad that my school had to have a bullying assembly. I was a complete joke in middle school. I hear the front door slam and a bunch of hellos bounce off of the walls. You can tell they were hugging by the long pauses that followed after each of the greetings.