Recover

Chapter 3 Lucie

It's Friday night and I'm stuck in my wardrobe trying to find something to wear for this stupid party- do I do dress? Skirt? Shorts? I need my bikini underneath it...
"For the love of God." I guess throwing yet another item on the floor of my bedroom. "That's it." I grab my phone and call the only person who can help me figure this out - I want Jax to drool at the sight of me.
"Seexxxyyyy baaaaeeee!" Is my greeting squeal after one ring. " What can your Fairy Godmother do now?"
"Heeeeyyy." I reply happily. "Jax invited me to the beach party- what do I wear? What are you wearing?" My new friend Alli from here was the first person I met after Jax and she's the only girl friend I've got. She's my saving Grace.
"Oh my God! I'd heard about that! Remember I called it." She laughs. "We going for drool right?"
"Of course. " I sigh in relief. Alli isn't like me, style wise, but she's clearly made for fashion, she knows everything there's to know and is a perfectionism. She's got wavy blonde hair, wide greeny -blue eyes that remind me of the sea, and a deep tan from all her time outside. She's bubbly, genuine and chic where I'm...dark and fake.
"Right...your black bikini, with the tank top too half, the frilled one? Still got it?"
"Yes." And that's where we go from devising the best outfits I can wear to get Jax's complete attention all night.

At exactly eight, Jax is knocking on my door ready to pick me up - I take a deep breath and pray before opening the door- please let me be normal, please no funny shit, please, please, please, just for one night, let me not have a freak out.
Pasting on a smile, I open the door and watch Jax's face as he takes me in.
My long hair is tied up in a messy ponytail, with my sunglasses on top of my head there, my normally dark make-up is done more subtly - waterproof eyeliner and mascara, with bronze eyeshadow that's smudged in near the edges, and my lips are a natural pinky colour; it complements my attire. My black frilled bikini top is left as it is, and I have tight booty shorts on and then over the top is a white lacy light cardigan that always comes off my shoulders. And my rose-gold sandles on. In my small changing bag there's my charcoal grey towel, and change of underwear and clothes into my sexy black top-dress that comes off the shoulder with a spaghetti strap holding it in place, it just about covers all the important bits, my navy blue converse and black stocking high socks so my legs aren't completely bare. And my make -up kit, Sun cream, keys, phone, purse, alcohol just in case theirs is shite.
"W -w-w...You're gorgeous Luce." He stammers, unable to close his mouth as he takes me in.
"Thank you, and you're not too shabby yourself." I wink, before shutting my door, glad the rest of the house is out or I'd never have gotten out like this.
Jax grabs my bag from me and puts it in the back, before opening my car door for me and getting me in comfortable before getting into the car himself - I get a giddy feeling deep down in my stomach as I take in how crazy lucky I'm feeling right now - I'm glad I moved here. It's the most I've stayed in one place in years.

Before here, I was in L.A. for around six months, before then Africa for a month for experience, and before then there were other places: Miami, Ohio, Turkey, Japan, China, India- I'm originally from England, but my Aunt and Uncle and I started moving when I was around six- they're writers and the new settings help them with their at the time novels- and it's been like this ever since. It doesn't help that I got labelled a trouble maker in school and got kicked out for various incidents, that aren't always my fault.
I'm determined that this is the last stop - I'm trying so hard to be good.