Hair/Make up
"Seriously! You look gorgeous! If Brendon doesn't notice you tonight-""Which he won't." I over played.
"Oh please. I wouldn't be surprised if every guy in that room tries to take you home tonight."
"Rest assured, I'll be returning." I smile.
But gazing into the mirror was a whole other experience. It was like seeing myself for the first time. I felt confident again, new, refreshed, and absolutely stunning. Of course I was excited to see what Brendon thought, I couldn't help it. Because when I looked at my own reflection, I felt like a queen. Nessa really did a good job.
"Can you help me get into the dress?" I blush, Nessa looking overly excited to be able to touch the dress again.
"With these gold heels?" She asks, holding up an old pair of pumps I hadn't worn since... well, the last date I went on. So try two years ago.
"Do they match well enough?"
"God just shut up and trust me." Nessa rolls her eyes and laughs.
"Fine, alright, okay."
Nessa used all of her body weight to try and hold the long mirror before me, showcasing me to... well, myself. I spun around, watching the skirt twirl with me.
Brendon's mom did wonders on this dress, it was marvelous, it fit like a glove, it was comfortable, it was... fucking perfect.
I sighed and suddenly heard a honk, my face growing red. I hadn't given Brendon my number, he was here, downstairs, waiting for me while I chit chat with my bff who has no clue he's downstairs.
"Must be uh- Janelle! I gotta- gotta blast!" I yell, grabbing my clutch and trying to run down the steps without buffing it flat on my face.
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Lay in the Atmosphere (Brendon Urie) Wattys 2017
FanfictionIt was getting to be so irritating, I saw him in my backseat on a couple occasions, a new woman in his arms each time. They'd be begging him for anything, love, money, a relationship, sex, they wanted it all from him. And yet, no matter who he had l...