You know the overused, cliché story of a girl being hopelessly, head over heels in love with her best friend, and he either has no clue or doesn’t care? Yeah, I’m in that situation. Somehow it’s not so much of a cliché when it’s happening to you.
As every other Friday evening, Connor and I were getting supplies for our weekly ‘weekend welcomer’ which consists of so much sugar dentists despise us every time, and so much Youtube that we could be classed as addicts. But then again, who isn’t right? Anyway, we take it in turns to stop at each other’s houses and welcome the weekend together. Kind of childish, but we don’t care at all.
“So if you come around at about half 7 that’d be cool” he told me, and I nodded. “Sure” I smiled, and he returned it. “Oh Hayley, I need to ask you something pretty important tonight, okay” he said casually, leaving me frozen in place. “Wait what?” I asked as I followed him towards the tills, resulting in him laughing. “I’ll tell you tonight okay? Don’t worry it’s nothing bad” he grinned as he handed money to the cashier. I could never win in these stubborn arguments.
Once we left the shop, he hugged me then began heading back to his house and I headed back to mine the opposite way, sighing and retrieving my phone from my pocket as I did so. As normal I proceeded to text Isabelle and Naomi, letting them know about what was driving me crazy. First to reply was Naomi, a few seconds later was Isabelle’s reply.
“DUCK! He’s going to do it! x”
“IT’S TIME! IT’S GOING TO HAPPEN! PREPARE YOURSELF MAN! x”
I smiled at their replies, Naomi with her always present spelling mistakes in every text and Isabelle with her constant caps lock, emphasising everything. Or she’s just always excited. I’ve never been quite sure which.
As I predicted, as soon as I was home they were both on the phone letting me know they were coming over. As soon as they did, they were both adamant they knew what the perfect way to set the mood was. By that I mean they were fighting over who gets to pick my outfit, hair and makeup. I didn’t particularly care and neither did Connor any other time, but knowing the two girls as well as I do I knew none would give up.
Both stood in front of my wardrobe rapidly swinging through the rails, pulling out random items of clothing, conferring with each other and throwing them back in. I wasn’t paying attention, as I was finding what Youtube videos to watch in a few hours’ time and making a list, evidently missing the fallout Naomi and Isabelle had.
Isabelle was now the only one in front of the wardrobe, and Naomi huffed and stormed over to my makeup desk, gathering all items of makeup strewn about and putting them into the box and also bringing my hair straighteners and curlers.
“Naomi will take care of your appearance okay” Isabelle called from the opposite end of the room – now at my shoe cupboard, and waved the argument off as she began rifling through. “Thanks Isabelle” I muttered, to which she put a thumb up. Naomi then turned my head to face her, and threw a makeup sponge to my face, then applying foundation, then powder, then mascara, then eyeshadow, then… I lost count of whatever she was covering me in to be honest.
Once she was moderately satisfied, she grabbed my hairbrush from my bedside table and began to straighten my hair. As I was about to enquire into what she was planning to do with my hair, Isabelle jumped in front of the bed holding a pair of shoes. “Those ones?” I asked with a laugh, to which she nodded eagerly. She then dropped them and ran back to the wardrobe, pulling out the outfit she’d eventually settled upon. Once she picked the shoes up with the other hand, showing what the complete set looked like, it was clear the girl had good taste. She then moved over to where I kept my jewellery, and began comparing different necklaces, bracelets and rings with the outfit.
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The Vamps Oneshots/Songfics Book.
FanfikceA compilation of original imagines about The Vamps band, as you probably guessed.
