No pressure: A Rihanna/ Justin Bieber fanfic

Chapter 7: Argumentation (part II)

*Rihanna's perspective*
~The Carlyle hotel, New York 2014~

Rihanna stared at her friends' as the Bob Marley song came to an end. The room was silent.
She exhaled , and flexed her fingers.

"I just... I just can't  get my wings right, and me hands are shaking like crazy from all the noise. And I can't even find the damn eye shadow." She sputtered, sitting on the floor.

Leandra and Melissa exchanged looks.

"You left it on me mattress." Melissa said. She picked up the gleaming compact case and squatted down besides her ,handing her the case.

Rihanna stared into Melissa's eyes. Her expression had softened.

Leandra walked over to the makeup counter.

"Let me do your eyeliner Rih, me hands are strong as steel." Leandra affirmed.

"Thanks." Rihanna said. Leandra rubbed off the stray eyeliner with a towelette and started over. She was really quite good.

"I can do your eye shadow." Melissa said.

"I don't know if  I even have time." Rihanna said.

"What time is your date?"

"7:00am."

"And Justin is meeting you here?"Melissa inquired.

"I don't know." Rihanna said, her energy drained "I guess. I told him I was staying at The Carlyle."

Melissa opened the compact case and started dabbing the applicant pad.

"He'll probably meet you in the lobby then." Melissa said. She smiled at Rihanna.

"Girl you got plenty of time." Leandra said.

"I'm sorry about earlier," Rihanna said collecting herself. "I'm just really stressed right now, and you guys talking wasn't helping anything ."

"It's ok baby."Leandra said filling in the wing with black pencil.

Melissa patted Rihanna's other eye with the make up. She opened her mouth to speak. "I'm sorry I called your date a fuck boy.I just don't want you to get played by these little punks. You're too fabulous of a woman to  go through that."

"Girl, It's not even like that." Rihanna said, "I'm just doing the boy a favor. He had a crush on me when he was younger. I didn't want to be rude."

Leandra and Melissa switched places as they finished each eye.

"Besides," Leandra interjected, "A Fuckboy is just a bad boy in a leather jacket and RiRi knows to play a bad boy without getting hurt, ain't that right girl friend?"

"Obviously." Rihanna said.

Yet deep within herself she questioned this resolve. When she danced with Justin, she had felt something flutter within her chest. Something she had thought had died and withered away long ago. She had in fact, not dealt with many bad boys, since Chris, and had walked herself up in a tower of iron chastity, out of the reach of anyone who might wish to explore its many splendored rooms. Yet in the flurry of the night, she had sensed the key turning, ever so slightly, door just waiting to open.
He had always been so sweet to her, and now that he was a man. For a moment , she wondered to herself. 'What if?'.

She quickly banished the thought from her mind, returning to earth. It was just a date. It was just a favor. Nothing more.

Leandra and Melissa finished her makeup.

"Alright time to get you in your dress bitch."Leandra said.
Rihanna stood up and walked to the wardrobe mirror. Melissa grabbed the dress from off the coat rack and handed it to her.
Rihanna looked at herself in the mirror, with her best friends behind her. Melissa touched Rihanna's shoulder and smiled.

"He doesn't know what's coming." Melissa said.
        
                    ~END OF CHAPTER~