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"Can you hand me a hair tie, please?"
Three girls sat on the floor in front of a large, square mirror in my dorm room, getting ready for a mutual friend's Christmas party tonight on campus. I wasn't particularly excited, nor was I nervous, but both Lilee and Prim insisted I go to support our friend.
Lilee Camryn. In a way, she reminded me of Scarlett. Confident, mysterious, gorgeous. I was always jealous of her dark waves of hair, which blended perfectly with her cocoa colored skin and electric blue eyes. She was the type of person that wore bright colors and attracted attention just by the vibe she sort of brought with her everywhere. She was a sophomore, like me, but she had been my roommate since freshman year. Anytime I needed advice, whether homework help or fashion trouble, she was there to first laugh at me, then help me solve the problem.
Primrose Kennedy was another amazing girl that was the spitting image of Jessamyn. She was basically a five foot two bubble of every happy emotion imaginable. Joy, excitement, amusement. Constantly being embarrassed for strange reasons, she was a breath of fresh air because I too was extremely awkward. She wore it well, though. Her short, fiery orange hair attracted almost as much attention as her laugh did. She had brown eyes, something she detested, but they always held a sparkle of mischief in them. Cute would be an ideal word to sum up Prim.
We had been in my room for almost a hour and since then had completed only makeup and we're halfway through hair. The party started a whole two hours later, but both my friends lived based on the phrase "go big or go home."
I set down my curling wand to pass Lilee the hair band that was wrapped around my wrist. She took it and tied off the loose French braid she had been working on and mumbled a quiet "thank you." Prim was to the left of Lilee, who sat in the middle of the two of us, and was busy straightening her usually curly hair. It was silent in the room, the only sound being the voice Ed Sheeran coming from my phone.
"Is Trent coming tonight, Paige?" Prim asked, curiosity in her voice and a faint blush on her cheeks. I couldn't tell if it was her makeup or her immense crush on Trent that caused the color to flood her face.
