That One Wish I Made ✔

Epilogue

Thanks for the gorgeous cover sweetness!♡ (tristfuly)

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Epilogue

"LET IT GO...! LET IT GO...! CAN'T HOLD IT BACK ANYMOREEE...!!"

"Stooooopppp it!!" I could hear Natasha wailing from behind.

"Come ooonnn! You're my best friend okay? You have to tolerate my singing!" I shouted back at her.

We two were at my house, getting ready for our first junior prom dance- probably the first dance ever for both of us. She had put up a huge protest but my puppy eyes finally did their magic. Three boys had already asked her but she, like an idiot, dismissed them all. It was after a lot of effort of mine that she agreed to go to the dance with Joe, who was kind of cute and a real tech savvy (not that the second quality matters much, but yeah).

I was busy selecting dresses for both of us, and hummed any song occasionally. Okay, I almost shouted the lyrics, but whatsoever. I was feeling heaven-sent, and so was my beautiful(oops!) singing.

"Hey look, I found a cute one for you too!" I exclaimed excitedly as I gestured with my hands to call her.

"You call yourself my best friend and you're torturing me like this?" she cried dramatically as she dragged herself up from the bed to the wardrobe towards me.

I just gave her a talk-to-my-hands look and dismissed her complaint.

"Jeez. . . Am I really gonna wear this thing?" her face was filled with horror and shock.

It was really rude of her to do that, in my opinion. I mean, the dress was gorgeous! It was a peach colored, midi slit dress which had a cute little collar with white swirly patterns on it. The dress was almost a year old but looked as if bought just yesterday. I never really wore it because I'm a freak and I don't really like going out to places with many human beings (but today, I decided to take the risk and go to the prom because, well you only live once! Plus, I also got asked...), so I thought Natasha could wear it, because her own wardrobe only consisted of shorts, tees, shirts and jackets.

"Are you crazy? Of course not!" I replied sarcastically. "I just have the right rags for you"

"Whatsoever" was her reply as she examined the dress distastefully.

"Hey!" she cried when I suddenly snatched the dress away from her hands, as if she couldn't believe my audacity.

"Come on!" I responded. "It's cute, okay? And no protest of yours is gonna work. So go get fresh quickly. Chop chop!"

"Why don't I chop that dress into pieces?" I heard her mumble as she slammed the washroom door shut.

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"It's split in half!" Natasha said, discovering for the first time that it indeed had a split towards the left.

"Dear lord Natasha, it's not split in half... It just has a small slit, as the name obviously suggests?" I replied in a bored manner as I pulled her towards the seat in front of the dressing mirror in my mum's room (I practically begged her to let us use her room for a day).

"Is it really worth it?" she asked as I pulled her down to make her sit in front of the mirror. She looked like she might as well jump off a cliff right then.

"Yes" I replied shortly as I brought the make-up box from where I'd kept it on the bed. "Alrighty, mate! Let's hop aboard"

With a stupidly grinning face and an excited mind, I started doing her make-up. I preferred a simple yet elegant look so I didn't completely cake up her face with cosmetics and instead, kept it neat. I made a slightly winged curve over her eyelids with the kohl and applied a shiny peach colored eye shadow, to match her dress (Note: my 'make-up' knowledge had boosted up after the freaky hap). Her hair was real short so I just left them like that because it looked cute.