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Chapter Twelve

Meagan's POV

"It's graduation day!" Olivia says loudly as bursts into my room. When will she ever learn to knock? Or just not come in my room all together?

"The window is open, so's that door! I didn't know they did that anymore!" She starts to sing.

"Stop singing!" I yell at her, quoting Shrek and throwing a pillow at her face. She squeals and puts her hands up to protect her face, but it doesn't do much help.

"Hee-hee! Anyways, get off your lazy arse, we have to get ready!" Olivia exclaims. Actually, I've been looking forward to graduation day; the dressing up, the after party, the being done with school forever... Okay I guess there's still college but whatever.

Olivia is looking through my closet for my dress that I got dry-cleaned a couple days ago, and it's hanging there with a plastic cover on it. She finds it and walks out of my room with it, making me have to follow her to see what's she's doing.

I get out of bed and follow her down the stairs and into the basement, where her bedroom is. I follow her into her room and do a double take.

"Woah, what did you do to the place? Let a Valley Girl loose in here?" I ask her. Her bed is pushed against the wall to make more space and she has a table set up in the center of her room. On the table is every cosmetic item you could ever possibly imagine, plus a giant mirror. There's also a bunch of  hair products and curling wands set out, too.

She also strung a bunch of Christmas lights to the ceiling and put these really cool lamps everywhere.

"Yes, and my fairy godmother and Barbie," she retorts.

"All I can say is 'why'."

"Then say it."

"Why?" She laughs at me and then demands me to sit down.

"We are going to get ready in my room; get dressed and do our makeup and all that," she informs me. I just nod in agreement. I begin to sift through the stuff she has laid out on the table and furrow my brow in confusion at one of the products.

"Why do you have hair-growing-back-stuff? Are you going bald?" I joke at her.

"Haha, no, no- that's Shane's!"

"Why is Shane using a women's product?"

"I don't know, he's Shane."

"Okay, follow up question, why is Shane using it at all. He's not bald."

"Maybe that's just what he wants you to think. After all, if he's using it, and it's working, he would have hair," she says in a mysterious voice. I just shake my head in response, and pick up a cleanser to put on my face. After I let it soak in, I put on my foundation, concealer, highlighter, contour, and blush. I skip the eyeshadow and eyebrows (I suck at doing my eyebrows), and put on eyeliner and mascara. Perfect.

I glance at Olivia to see how she's doing and see she's miserably failing at putting on her eyeliner.

"Here, give it to me."

"No! You'll probably paint a moustache on me or something!"

"Oh my gosh, I'm not going to sabotage your face. I'm not all evil." She reluctantly hands me the eyeliner.

"Fine, but I swear if you wreck my face..." She threatens.

"Hon, your face has been wrecked since you were born," I retort with a smirk.

"Yah, I know," she says joking along. I take this tape you can get at Sephoras to make a straight cat eye (#NonSpon) and put it in her face.

"See? Now I can't mess up." She just closes her eyes and let's me do my thing. I get the eyeliner on and pull the tape off and spin her around to face the mirror.