Louder Than Words ✨ Guns N' Roses

09.

So sorry for the hiatus! I will be updating regularly again! My life just got a bit busy, with school and all, but I missed writing and so here I am! Don't forget to vote :)

Meegan bent over the bureu in my bedroom at Angelique's, expertly applying cherry-red lipstick to her perfect lips. Much more perfect than mine were. It matched her perfect outfit and brought out the perfect blue of her eyes, and the beautiful darkness of her hair.

I looked at my own reflection with pessimistic disappointment. Jon would probably see Meegan beside me in the crowd, remember that Gingers have no souls, and decide that brunettes had more fun.

She capped her lipstick and twirled around to look at me. She forced a smile and chuckled.

"This... is how you wanna dress?"

I looked down at my jeans, and my loose sweater. "Yeah. Is something wrong with that?"

She raised her eyebrows. "Front row at a concert, with the whole band looking at you?"

My cheeks flushed red. "Well when you say it like that..."

She smiled knowingly. "Off with the shirt, and... we can keep the jeans, sort of."

"Okay..." I said tentatively, and threw my shirt to the side. She had already turned away and begun to sift through her gigantic purse, throwing out possible options for me to wear. She settled on a black tee with the Slippery logo on it.

"Nice knockers," she grinned, and I instinctively covered my bra with my hands. "Oh don't be so coy," she shook her head at me. "Those have gotta be a C's at least."

"D's," I whispered as she shoved the shirt over my head. She stood back, rubbing her chin.
"I know!"

She took a pair of scissors and ripped the bottom half of the shirt into tassles, me cringing all the while. She didn't even stop to explain as she began to cut through my jeans.

"These are my only nice pair!"

"Oh settle down."

She cut off everything below my upper thigh and then rolled the seams, creating snug-fitting cut-off shorts. She stood back and examined her word with a nod."Good, now you look like you actually belong in LA."

What was that supposed to mean?

She sat me in front of the mirror. "Now, lets make those pretty eyes of yours pop, huh?"

"I don't really know much about makeup."

"You don't have to, because I do!"

I sighed with displeasure when she revealed an entire kit, with brushes and liquids I'd never seen before in my life.

When she was done, I looked in the mirror and didn't know my reflection. She had vibrant, wild eyes accentuated with notes of black and maroon. My lips were the same color, my cheeks were high and bright. And I didn't have any glasses.

"I'm very far-sighted," I turned and told Meegan. "I don't know if-"

"You look so damn hot! You... are a total babe. Why do you hide it?"

"What?"

Meegan glanced at the time. "Oh shit, we're gonna be late! Come on girl."

I let her lead me by the hand out of the house and into Slash's waiting car, W in the front seat.

W jarred a little bit when he saw me. Slash looked once and then turned away, shielding his reaction beneath his sunglasses. W slapped him on the arm, obviously disgruntled. Meegan smiled, thinking this was all for her.