"Friends" || G.D. ||

45: Getting Ready

LaceyKay14 asked me to update and she always is messaging me and talking to me. She votes and comments. She asked me to update again tonight so I am. Go check out her story. It isn't a fanfic but it is great!!

Lynn's P.O.V. 

We spend most of our time in the water. Monica and Ethan stay up on the shore on the towels, talking. They haven't said they are officially together but are always together and you can tell they both have feelings for each other and more than just friends. Plus, they are going to be living together!!

It is around 3 now so we start packing up to go back home. Grayson keeps whispering in Monica's ear and she nods at him. I don't worry much about it because I need to go home and find an outfit for tonight, shave, shower, makeup, hair, etc all in the 2 and a half hours I have. 

Once we get home, Monica drags me into my old apartment. We got it all signed off so now it is actually her apartment and she has Ethan down that he is living there too. We changed Ethan and Grayson's contract to take Ethan's name off and replace it with mine. It is all official now. 

"Monica, I have to get ready for me and Gray's date tonight. I am in a hurry as is," I complain. 

"I know! That is why you are getting ready in here. You aren't going to get ready so that Grayson can see you. He is going to pick you up. Duuuh," she says, "Go into the spare room and get ready in there."

"You mean Ethan's room," I say, "And besides I don't have any clothes to change into for the date.

"It isn't his yet because there is nothing in there of his yet but yes. Now, just go in the room! Get ready," she says. 

"Okay, okay," I say, giving up. I walk to the spare room I used to keep as an extra living room and see that they have a dresser and a bed. The bed has no sheets and no covers. on it but it does have something on it. A plain black bag with pretty patterns. I walk over to it and see there is a note on the bag. 

I wasn't very specific on the dress code so I got you this. It is your size and you are going to look beautiful...Just like always. See you @ 6:30 tonight ❤❤
--Grayson

I pull out the clothing the bag is hiding and I am stunned. It is a long, skinny, maroon colored dress. It will leave a little train but it is gorgeous. I want to try it on but I have to get my shower and makeup done first. Also my hair. Ugh. 

I get in the shower and shave everything that might need to be shaved. I wash my hair and my body and then rinse. I condition my hair and then rinse again. I get out of the shower and blow dry my hair. I grab my makeup and look through it. 

"Need some help?" Monica asks, scaring the shit out of me. 

"Ugh, yes. I am going to run out of time; I have like an hour and a half. I have to curl my hair and do my makeup and get the dress on. I don't even know what I want to do with my makeup. Ugh. Oh my fucking God, I am a mess," I say venting. 

"I have something in mind," she says, "Let me see the color of your dress. I pull it out. "Holy shit! That is beautiful!" 

My face gets red. "I know. I didn't think he was getting me a dress. It is so gorgeous too." She nods her head and gets to work doing all my makeup as I do my hair. I don't want to go obnoxious on the curls. I just want light pretty curls and that is what I do. An hour later, my hair is done and Monica is finishing my makeup. 

She finishes and tells me to stand up. I look in the mirror and I am stunned. The makeup is amazing. 

"Oh my gosh," I say, "You are really good with makeup!" 

"I would hope so since that is what I am majoring in basically," she says. 

"I didn't know that!" I say. 

"Yep," she says simply. 

She steps out and I put on my white thong. The dress comes with a bra in it and it makes my boobs look normal. I have naturally bigger boobs so yeah. Not huge, just not flat chested. 

(I usually don't do pictures of outfits because I like to leave it up to your imagination but here is the dress I was describing. Lol because that is my prom dress {that isn't me in the picture though} so yeah)

I look at the time and see it is almost 6:30. My heart starts to beat faster and faster. I don't know why I am so nervous but I am. I look beautiful and I really want this to be a good night. I don't want this to be a bad night. In fact, this night is going to go great because even if it doesn't, I will make it. 

I start to calm myself down. Well, that is until the doorbell rings, then my heart starts pounding out of my chest again. 

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