Don't wanna be torn

chapter 5

            It's already 6:30 p.m. I still can't decide on what to wear. So I just end up putting on my black leggings, a navy blue hoodie and my Ugg boots. I look at myself in my long body mirror that is hanging on the back of my bedroom door and I think it looks acceptable. I then receive a text. It is from Hillary. She says she will be around to pick me up at 7:00, so I give her my address. I couldn't decide on whether I should wear my hair up in a cute bun or let it all down. I just go with letting my hair down. I realized having a tight bun on top of my head all the time really makes my head sore.  

         I hear a car pull up into the driveway and I assume it's her. I grab my cell phone and house keys before locking the door behind me and closing it. I begin walking towards her car. I see Hillary get out the car before i even get to her first. 

"What are you wearing?" she exclaims. Making a weird but also confused facial expression.

          "This is all that I own. Whats wrong with what I have on?"

"A little bit of everything." she says, with a little laugh.

Hillary then locks arms with me leading us to her car. I don't know what type of party this is or who's going to be there. Maybe it could just be one of those small get together parties. Just a small group of people. That is what I hope.

        "I am so happy I picked you up early."

                           "why?" 

"Because I am going to give you a little makeover. No offense to your choice of style though. But there is no way you are showing up to that party with me looking like this." she explains, while stopping and looking at me up and down.

              "This is me. This is what I like. This is a casual outfit. It can't be that bad." I explain, trying to make her see my point of this situation.

      "I like you and all that good stuff but NaSia..." she says with a little sigh," you look like you are about to sit on your couch all night like a potato, stuffing your face with chocolate ice cream while watching The Notebook."

"Well damn. Okay, well if you are going to give me this make over don't make me look hideous."

       We both get in the car. I get in the passengers seat while Hillary is in the drivers seat. We both put on our seat belts and she begins to put the keys in the ignition to start the car. We then begin to drive to the mall. I have never been inside the malls around here yet. I never really had a reason to. I kind of like this. Being out with a friend, going to the mall, then to a party, even getting a little make over which isn't something I have never done before. It's just nice to finally be able to do this again. I miss doing these things with my old friends back home but our friendship has sailed and sank. Even if we had great memories that doesn't mean I can't miss the things we did together, right? Anyways enough on that.

       It's kind of quiet the first half of the car ride until Hillary finally breaks the awkward silence. i'm so happy she did because i'm tired of staring out the window and looking straight ahead. 

  " So...what kind of music do you like or listen to?" she asks. I know she is trying not to make this so awkward seeing is that this is our first time hanging out with each other outside of school. 

                " A little bit of everything. I just like what I like." I explain, with a smile. 

"First time I ever heard someone say that. Usual some people would stick to maybe one or two genres of music that they like and that's it." she says, as she keeps taking glances at me and the road.

        "So... do you miss Florida?" she then asks causing me to freeze up a little on the inside not knowing what to say. 

   I'm not really sure how I should answer this. That's when i begin to think to myself, do i miss home? There are a lot of things that happened to me believe it or not. A lot of loss of relationships, friends even excluding myself from the social crowd. I haven't really prepared myself to talk about Florida with people yet, so this is going to be a challenge.

           "No, not really..I mean i don't know." I say.

"Why?" she asks. I was not prepared for this one. 

        "uhm, well..just stuff. crazy stuff that I don't really miss or care about anymore. It's not important." I state while messing with an look strand on the end of my hoodie sleeve. 

              I am relieved when we finally arrive at the mall. It is packed with tones of people. We  find a parking spot then get out of the car. Hillary looks at me with a small smile then grabs my arm and pulls me along as she skips to the door that says entrance. 

      We end up going into about 5 stores trying to figure out my style, what looks right on me, what look is for me or that I can actually pull off. I at least have 10 bags from several different stores by now. I can kind of sense the feeling she loves to shop. She is having more fun than I am. We then see a salon then she turns to me with this weird look with a crazy idea.

        My eyes go wide as she tries to pull me along towards the door.

"NO,NO,NO. I am not changing my hair. I like my puff." I say trying to resist.

 "Come on NaSia, it is time for that puff to be straighten out." she whines. I then give in just because we are in the middle of the door way already and i do not want to start anything with Hilary right now. 

           "Fine! gosh i can not believe i'm actually letting you do this." 

"I can't believe you are either." she says with a smile and excitement.

        I sit in one of the chairs as Hillary gets a magazine and sits in one of the waiting seats. The beautician then comes and starts to pull my hair to wash it. The shampoo and conditioner smells really good and makes my pores feel tingly. After that session was over she blow dries my hair straight clips my ends into layers and straightens it with a pink flat iron. when she was done she hands me the mirror so I could look at my new hair. I love it. I haven't looked this good in a while. Hillary drops her magazine in her chair gets up and looks at me with a shocked expression. 

          "I was expecting you to look good but not this damn good girl." she says laughing and amazed with how I look.  I laugh and shake my head.

        We now have a hour left to get to Hillary's house and get dressed before we head off to the party. We are riding back. I'm think this is going to be one interesting night.