Crazy Directions

Chapter 5

"Okay so we're going with the black one then?"

"I don't know Damien, navy is more your colour." I said, looking throguh my closet.

Anja lay on our shared bed, "Brings out your eyes."

Damien held up the other jacket, "So, navy?"

"What about red? It would make you look like a dare devil. Definetly turn some heads." I said pulling out a dress and showing it to Anja. She shook her head. I put it back and kept looking.

"Red? Now your screwing with me. Navy or black?" Damien asked again, turning to look in the mirror himself.

Anja laughed, "What about yellow?"

"Or purple?" I recommended.

"Orange?"

"Green."

"Magenta."

"Turquoise."

"Fushia?"

"We're going with black." Damien said. "Thanks for all the help you guys. Your fantastic."

"Well don't take longer then us to pick an outfit and we won't give you stupid answers." I held out a short, blue, one-shouldered wispy dress. Anja smiled and nodded. "See? Five minutes and I picked. And Anja picked yesterday."

Damien rolled his eyes, "Whatever. I'm just more stylish then you."

"Okay!" Anja said sarcasticly. "Keep telling yourself that, bud."

There was a knock on the door. I rushed over to get it. It was Louis.

"Hey we're leaving in an hour. Is that okay?"

I nodded, "Yeah, perfect. We'll start getting ready now then." I said. "Oh, and where are we going exactly?"

Louis gave me a sneaky smile, "It's a surprise, babe."

I almost smiled when he called me babe. But I'm strong. I just rolled my eyes, "C'mon, how will we know what to wear?"

"Just dress nice." He paused, "Really nice. We're going somewhere fancy." he winked at me.

"Just a little hint. Please?" I stuck out my bottom lip, pouting.

He chuckled and kissed my cheek, "Nope, nothing. It's a surprise!" he said. Then he turned and walked back down stairs.

I rolled my eyes and shut the door, where Anja and Damien had already started fighting.

"But it completely changes the look!" Damien was saying. "Converse have a more edgy feel, Toms more down to earth, and regular dress shoes say classy. How do I want to look?"

Anja was sitting on the bed, legs crossed, pissed of expression. "I'm only going to say this once. I don't give a shit about what you wear."

I laughed at them, "C'mon guys. We only have an hour. Get ready."

"An hour? I can't make myself look amazing in an hour! God, this is hell. What am I gonna do." Damien said.

"Psh," Anja said, lying back down on the bad, "You can't make yourslef look amazing in a month."

I laughed at the two of them before grabbing the dress I chose and going into the bathroom to shower.

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I was just slipping on my black heels when Damien came in. He was wearing dark wash jeans, a white collared shirt and the jacket he had picked. He was also wearing converse. He had finally made his decission.