Alice
"Mom!" I wail
Tara comes in to my closet, frantic. "What? What is wrong?" She asks examining me. In her right hand is a candy bar and in her left hand she is holding a curling iron.
"I don't have any blue and black to wear to the game!" I cry desperately
"Oh cow dung! Okay, use this!" She declares, holding up a pair of blue pants and a black blouse that forms a bow of material in the back.
"No, that's way too formal, Mom!" I sigh
"Okay, that's right, it's an athletic event. Okay how about blue tank, dark wash jeans, black flats. Casual but chic when you let your mom do your hair and makeup." Tara says but I know she is just dying to style me for tonight.
"Yes, you can make me look all nice." I reply
Before I go to the bathroom I grab a black tank-top from my drawers so I can layer them for more modesty than the blue one will provide. Once I am done getting dressed I go back to my room to see that my mom has set up a practical salon. She has hair supplies and makeup and so many other things to make me pretty. I can understand why she would need so many things.
I sit down and end up relaxing as she fixes me up. When she tells me that she has finished I can't believe it. The girl staring back at me through the mirror is beautiful. Her red-brown bangs are straightened over her forehead and pulled back to the side where they end in a curly que. Her natural curls are pinned back in a ponytail to complete her casual look. Her eyes are lined with coal black wings and her lips are coated in an auburn color to match her hair color.
"Wow." I gasp
"Yes, I used your natural beauty darling. Now, are you ready? I think they are here." Mom says
"Okay, well love you!" I bid her goodbye, grabbing my phone and a few bucks on the way out.
I go out of the front door and see a Hummer roaring on the road in front of my house. Of course he has a Hummer. I approach the vehicle carefully and flinch when the door is opened revealing Brady and Adam in the middle row.
"Hop on in girl! You look great by the way." Brady says, jumping out of the automobile to flip up his seat.
I climb in behind him and see that I am sitting in the back row with Asher. HE is wearing a black jersey that has blue numbers and it turns out I've matched perfectly with their colors.
"Dang, child!" Adam laughs from in front of us "What a risque outfit! You look smoking! Though, as the baby sister of our group, and as your inherited older brother I have to say that you must cover up more next game. You might just get cold little sissy."
"I will be okay, Adam." I smile "Thank you for worrying, though, it means a lot."
"This game is what will qualify us to go into the finals, this is the semi final game and this is the first one you are coming to, Ali!" Max cheers from the driver's seat
"Awesome," I call back
I tune out of the guys' conversation to talk to Asher.
"Are you excited for the game?" I ask
"Yes, it's so awesome that you are going to come support us! But, I do have something to just spice up your outfit a little bit." He says leaning forward.
He touches his thumb to my face and I am really curious to what he is doing. It is hard to concentrate on anything when I feel like my heart is going to pump out of my chest if he keeps rubbing my face with his thumb like he is. It feels like he is tracing something onto my face but I'm not sure.
