Forgetting Red

Nostalgic

Three weeks later

Ana

I groaned as I tugged at my hair. I was currently sitting at my vanity in my room, the shade drawn, lights on and felt like the world had just ended. All because of the color of my hair. As I looked at my reflection in the mirror, all I could focus on was the bright red hue of my hair staring me in the face. I had just wanted a little change. Nothing major. And my hair stylist, Hannah, had assured me that getting color to my hair was the best option for a pick me up. To be honest I believed her. I didn't want to look like the girl in my dreams anymore. I wanted and needed a change. When she said change though, I didn't think she would make me look like I had blood in my hair.

She had taken my original tone to a darker almost black brown. And then added multiple highlights of a bright, bright red. And they were noticeable. Almost Little Mermaid shade. I got up not wanting to look at the color of my hair anymore. The color wasn't the only thing I wasn't too happy about. I also didn't like how it made me look deathly pale. I landed on my bed next to where my costume was laid out for tonight. I was highly doubting going to Kate's party looking like this. Vain, I know but as much as I wouldn't like to seem confident, I was extremely self-conscious about how I looked. An overbearing mother would do that to you. As a child, I was constantly reminded of how I wasn't that tall, how my looks where average and my only redeeming feature were my eyes which were a rich forest green. Though my mother always wished I had blue.

My phone vibrated near my head and I picked it up and sighed. As I answered it with a very tired tone. "Ana Greenstone." It was my standard answer for everyone.

"WHAT THE HELL ANA?!" I immediately pulled the phone away from my ear for fear of losing my hearing. Jack's voice rang through my head which was already suffering from a minor headache. "I LOOK RIDICULOUS IN THIS! ITSN'T IT BAD ENOUGH THAT I HAVE TO ENDURE MY EX FOR AN ENTIRE NIGHT?! NO NOW I HAVE TO GO AS," I heard the ruffled of the costume packaging, "PRINCE CHARMING?! SEROUSLY ANA?! PRINCE CHAMRING! WITH TIGHTS! TIGHTS HURT!" He finally seemed like he was done and I put the phone back to my ear.

"I am guessing this is more than just the costume that you are angry about." I said and put him on speaker. I quickly got out of my jeans and sweatshirt and just sat on the edge of my bed. I was still contemplated going or not.

"Yes it is. I really don't want to go to this Ana." He said and sighed. "You know she got a boyfriend last month. She's ben flaunting it everywhere." I felt bad for Jack. I could hear the pain in his voice.

"I thought you didn't care about that." I said and picked at the lace sleeve of the black shirt I would wear. I heard Jack huffed and the creak of his bed as he sat down.

"I don't." He said and I simply hummed. "I just don't want to be that guy that can't get a girl before his crazy ex does."

I rolled my eyes and tugged on my shirt. I couldn't call out now. Even if I told Kate I was sick, she would have come to my apartment, knocked down my door and dragged me out. She meant well but she was aggressive in her tactics. "You do realize how much of an asshole you just sounded like right now, correct?" I asked.

"Yes and that is why I am retracting the statement." He said and then the ruffling of the packaging was heard again. "Tights Ana. This thing comes with tights."

I smirked and tilted my head and I tugged on my stockings. "Well if you would have come with me when I asked I wouldn't have had to do a last minute pick up for you. Prince Charming was all they had left. Plus your charming so I thought it would fit." I teased and I knew Jack was scowling at me on the other side. "If you don't like it try to make your our costume." I suggested. Though last minute costumes where always a pain.