Marilyn's P.O.V.
The date was set, tomorrow we'd be going to the beach, and Rachel would finally get to meet the rest of the band. And, you know.. Get a little more Austin time. Wink, wink.
Currently, I was sitting at the bar outside by the pool watching AWKWARD with Clarissa. This was our favorite show, and we never missed an opportunity to watch it together.
Of course, during the commercial breaks, we'd talk, and usually it was about me and how I doing at RR, and how there was always a spot for me at her shop, and she didn't mind teaching me the basics if I decide to go another route, but today we talked about something else. And that something was named Shayley Bourget.
I could talk about him for hours! His gorgeous smile, BEAUTIFUL voice, and just all-around perfection!! And Clarissa would sit there and listen, she'd give her opinion on certain aspects and then I'd move on to the next thing. I liked our relationship. I could talk to and trust her like a friend. Which meant a lot to me, because I had someone I could be 100% open with, without the fear of them being able to just leave. That's something real.
We also talked about when/if I planned on getting a new tattoo. And I said I wasn't sure, I was thinking the boys and Rachel and I could come in tomorrow, but I wouldn't want to bombard her with seven people all wanting to be tattooed by her.
"Dot even worry about it," she replied.
"Are you sure? I wouldn't want to, I don't know," I said. "I would want to overwhelm you with all of us at once."
"Please," she laughed. "I have Rachel scheduled in for two weeks from tomorrow, so I doubt she'll actually get something. And, odds are, not all of those guys are going to get sleeves or anything too big, probably something little, or, you know, nothing at all so.."
"So you'd be fine if we stopped by then?" I asked.
"Absolutely," she answered. "Just don't expect me to give you a trampstap or an infinity sign or anything," she laughed.
"Wouldn't dream of it," I smiled.
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"Hello?" I answered my phone looking over at my clock.
"Marylin!"
"Rachel," I whined. "It's almost two in the morning!"
"So?"
"We have to be up at like seven so you can get your ass over here and get ready," I whined some more.
"I know but," she started. "I really wanted to know if I could come over now. And discuss what I'd be wearing to meet the band."
"Literally we are going to the beach."
"And....?"
"All you need is a bathing suit and shorts," I was getting impatient.
"Please?"
"Jesus Christ," I said, defeated.
"Yay!!! I'll be over in twenty," she said happily.
And like clockwork, Rachel showed up exactly twenty minutes later, with a duffle bag nonetheless.
"What the hell is all this?" I asked, gesturing to her big ass bag.
"Well," she began, setting her stuff down in my room and looking down at me. "I wasn't sure with bathing suit to wear, or which shorts, or if I should wear a shirt too. Oh and I packed some flip flops to choose from."
"Do you really think all of this is necessary?" I asked.
She looked me dead in the eye, completely serious. "Um, yes?"
"Jesus, Rach," I laughed a little.
"We aren't going to bed until we decide on what were doing with me," she declared.
After almost two hours of debating, I picked out her black and purple striped bikini, along with dark wash denim shorts, and black flip flops. she also wanted to do something with her hair, so I told her I'd curl the ends with my wand- which I don't really understand, we were going to the beach, but whatever- and I'd do her makeup: simple black winged eyeliner, mascara(duh) and my favorite lip gloss.
I, on the other hand, didn't look that far into it. I knew I was going to straighten my hair, but that's all I had planned. But, of course, it couldn't be that easy. Rachel made me pick out an entire ensemble as well. So she helped me pick out dark wash denim shorts like hers, bright pink flip flops, my white Victoria's Secret bikini, and a tank from hot topic that read "Suns Out Guns Out". And I'd do the same makeup minus the lip gloss. I wasn't going to try that hard to impress someone at the beach.
"Can we go to bed now?" I asked, exhausted.
"What time do you wanna wake up?"
"Well," I thought. "Since you're already here and we already have out shit picked out, we can wake up at like nine."
"What time are they getting here?" she asked.
"Eleven thirty," I said. "Then we're going to Starbucks and then the beach."
"Starbucks?" she asked.
"The boys love it. It's crazy," I laughed.
"Well if we're going to get coffee," she began, "then I'm not as worried about looking exhausted all day."
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I woke up sharply at nine, my phone alarm blasting Ohioisonfire.
"Who the fuck," Rachel woke up, startled. "Sets THAT as