Beauty is pain?

Part 5 going out

I decided to put a little makeup on nothing big. my life changed so much in the past 2 days, Tyler and I decided that it would be nicer to go out on a Friday so I had time to think of what to wear. I started wearing less makeup and it felt nice to be myself. Tyler of course hates that I wear makeup, he has been really sweet to me and I couldn't thank him more. He tells me that I'm beautiful without it, and he told me not to mind what the towns people say. I started getting these facts in my mind instead of the bad ones.
I decided to but on some white jeans and a yellow sports bra and a long jacket. I but my hair in a half up half down. I shove my hair to the side and put my white converse on.

"Hey princess," he said blushing

"Hey, how are we going to get out?"

"Out your window the one place my dad won't even guess to check," he said.

Adam, that's Tyler's dad. I refer to him as the beast, he hates it but I can't help the fact that I can't think of his other name when I'm around him. He is so loud and always makes me nervous. I don't know why but I wanted him to like me, I think it would be easier for me and Tyler to be friends.
Tyler grabs my hand as we run up the stairs. I can't help but laugh with him. Seeing him so happy made me happy to, I don't know why no one made me feel this happy. Definitely not Gaston. We open my bedroom door and open the window.

"You go first princess," he smiled

I hop out the window, shortly after he follows. We run to the car and start it. Since it wasn't to late in the afternoon we knew the beast was still sleeping so we weren't afraid of starting the car.
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When we get to town we know we can be as loud as we want. We hop out of the car laughing like there's no tomorrow.

"Where first princess," he asked

"How about the book store," I say happily

"You were there 3 days ago," he complained

"I love to read, it's an exit from things that I don't exactly like."

"Book store it is," he said slowly moving my hair behind my ear. The journey is short but we have tons to talk about. It feels like I just click with him. And of course he knows exactly how I feel when all he has to do is read deeper into who I am and what I like, what I feel. Sometime it feels like I'm being invaded, like I can't think personal things because all he has to do is look at me. But even though he knows exactly what I think and why I think it he ask questions making it feel like we are just normal people.
Even when we aren't talking there is no moment that feels awkward. It's just normal, as if I was walking in silence with a friend who knew everything.
Thinking about friends, brought me to the fact that I never really had a friend that I could tell everything. I have never been a loner and in fact I'm quite upbeat and talkative. I share all my thoughts in a diary, but I haven't got to sit down and have a chat for a while.
My diary felt like my friend, I don't have people to share things with. There was only this one girl that I used to talk to but then she got dragged in with all the other girls thinking about Gaston and how beautiful his messy long dark hair is. And how enchanting his dark brown eyes where, oh and don't forget how strong and "loving" he is. BULL CRAP! He is a horrible person who care about nobody ever and he can't do anything about his addiction! He says he'll treat you like his everything you most prized possession. He said he would treat me like his princess! But no he used me to get other girls to want him.
"Don't let it get to you," he said

"WHAT NOT GET TO ME?"

"He actually thinks of you as his princess," ha added

"So that's why he lied to me told me he loved me but yet he slept with other girls cheated on me and stomped on my heart," I get all worked up and red.