25: Getting Ready

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LILY:

"I'm so glad I bought this dress, it's perfect," I say to no one.

I pull it on and spin around in front of the mirror. It's a long blue dress with sparkles on the top half.

"Knock, knock."

I open the door to find Abigail and Sarah standing there, hands full of makeup and hair products.

"Um, hi guys. Did you bring your whole room?" I ask laughing.

They drop everything on my bed and it basically covers my whole bed. Then they each take turns changing into their dresses.

Abigail has a short strapless pink dress and Sarah has a black dress with a sparkling bow tied around it.

"Sit down," Abigail demands.

I obey and she curls my hair. Then she puts like half a can of hairspray on my hair so that it will stay curly. Then she does my makeup. She starts with the eyes; eyeliner, mascara, and eyeshadow. Then she adds blush and light lip gloss.

"Perfect," she says.

I look in the mirror, "wow it doesn't look like me. I almost never wear makeup or at least not this much makeup. And my hair is so curly."

"You look beautiful," Sarah says.

As Sarah and Abigail get ready I sit there thinking.

Do I really want Blake to like me as this cake-faced, fake girl? Couldn't I have just worn jeans and a t-shirt rather than this fancy dress? That would be me. I feel like someone else. It's weird, I don't look like me and I don't feel like me. This just isn't me. Is it too late to wash off all this makeup and change into my favorite blue jeans and a t-shirt? Probably, plus Abigail and Sarah would get so mad. Ugh, I guess I'm stuck like this. I hope this goes well, even though I'm going to be suffering this whole time. I am going to be seriously scarred if my first date is a disaster. But, I have a bad feeling...

I try to shake away all the worry, regret, and fear. I pick up my phone and text my friends from back home. Then I sit there looking through my old pictures while I wait for Abigail and Sarah to be ready. I smile sadly at a picture of me and my brother Lucas. He died two years ago in a car accident. He was seventeen. I miss him a lot. He always uses to have my back and when I wanted to cry he would make me laugh. A tear sneaks down my cheek.

"Lily! You're going to ruin your makeup!" Abigail says.

"Sorry," I say carefully wiping my tear away. "Do I really have to come?"

"Are you joking?!? It wouldn't be a triple date without a date for Blake," Sarah says.

"He could bring someone else," I suggest.

"You're not bailing now!" Abigail says.

"Okay. I think we're ready to go now!" Sarah says.

I get up and we all walk out the door. Well, I guess I'll  just have to pull myself together. I try my best to refocus on happy thoughts.

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