Forget About You - A Rocky Lynch Story

Chapter 19

Madison's POV:

Rocky and I walked up to his room, and plopped down on the bed.

'Ahhh. Feels good to be home!' I laugh, wrapping Rocky's covers all around me, and rolling around in his bed.

Riker comes in and plops on his bed right beside me and smiles.

'What?' I laugh.

"You, me, hang out, tomorrow, okay?" he laughs.

'Definitely. Where are we going?' I.ask.

"Somewhere." he laughs.

'Ooh yay! I love that place!' I say in a sarcastic tone, holding back my laughs.

"Ha ha, you're so funny. But on a more serious note, mom and dad want to go out tonight in honor of your coming home. So get your lazy ass up and make yourself look pretty." he chuckles.

'Thanks Riker. You're the best!' I say, rolling my eyes, sarcasm obvious, and get up to get ready.

"Not saying that you're not already pretty." he says, trying to correct himself, or in this case, get himself out of trouble.

'Yeah, sure. I know I look like shit, your honesty is one thing I admire most about you.' I giggle softly to myself, rolling my eyes once more.

I walk down the hall to Rydel's room so we could get ready together, because you know... I missed that.

'Woah. I almost forgot how ... pink, your room was.' I state, walking into her room.

"Yeah, its pretty pink." she laughs.

"So you come in here to get ready I assume?" she smiles.

'Yepp. Your assumption was correct my dear Delly.' I snort, causing Rydel to erupt in laughter.

'So do you know where we're going? because I really don't feel like getting ready.' I say, slumping over and sighing loudly.

"Nope, but I don't feel like getting prepped up either, so we can look halfway decent and thrown together, together." she smiles.

I just look at her blankly, and then give her one of my big smiles, one of those idiotic cheesy ones. Ya' know?

Them we both begin to get ready. Blaring our music and singing into our flatirons and hairbrushes as usual.

I leave my hair in it's natural waves, and apply some natural looking, yet pretty, makeup.

I just put on foundation, and powder. Then apply a neutral beige looking eyeshadow to my lid, and blend in a bit of light brown to my crease. Then a quick coat of mascara on the top and bottom, and a quick, thin line of eyeliner. Last but not least, I apply a nude, sheer, lipgloss. BAM. Done.

Now for the outfit.

'Let's go laid back, but cute.' I say to Rydel, as we both shuffle through our clothes.

"Exactly what I was thinking." she smirks.

I end up wearing my black " The 1975 " tee, and putting on a blue plaid flannel over it. Then I throw on a pair of light washed ripped jeans, and of course, my black converse. Then add a few accessories, and throw on my black beanie.

And I'm done.

Rydel had on a plain white crop top and a red plaid flannel tied around her waist. She wore light rippean jeans like me, and had on her hightop white converse. Her hair straight, and bangs pushed to the side.

'Well, someone's cute.' I smile, then look in the mirror at myself, and watch my smile slowly fade away.

"Is it you?" Rydel says, standing beside me in the mirror.