Key To The Blue Flame

Chapter 16

“Okay I’m done, you can look now.” Becca says excitingly clapping as I am now her masterpiece. “I always wanted to do this with you, you know. Do each other’s makeup and hair but you always said no, you tomboyish girl.” she finishes with a tiny rant.

I look into the mirror in Becca’s dorm room and the girl I once knew as Jesse Ameli was no where to be found. Is this what you should look like on a date?

There are layers of makeup and hair extensions attached to me. I look ready to perform in a pageant but I guess I look… pretty. I look like a girl now.

“Quick put these on.” Becca says throwing things at me.

I catch a shimmery gold dress that she tossed to me and she sets a pair of six inch heels in front of me.

I ignore them both as this is a little too much and very much out of my comfort zone.

Becca’s eyes reply to my thoughts like she’s saying suck it up and get ready. My eyes give her a hell no, and then we just go back and forth, staring it out.

“Okay, okay I lose.” I say giving in and heading to the bathroom.

I stare at this foreign looking dress. How do I even put this on? Is it this way… or this way?

I figure it out and slip the two sizes too small dress on. I take a moment to just close my eyes and hold my breath to relax and regroup my thoughts.

One, Two, Three, I open my eyes and turn around to see myself. My face flushes instantaneously, I can’t wear this but before I can slip it off Becca busts in and squeals.

“Oh my god, shut up you look perfect!”

She spins me around and does the once over.

“Come on dear your date awaits you.” She says grabbing my arm and starts pulling me out.

“Becca I can’t… it’s embarrassing.” I say.

“What?” she says pretending she couldn’t hear me.

“I can’t let him see me like this, if I never seen myself like this before, I’m uncomfortable.” I say.

“Shut up, you look like a super model.” She begins. “Trust me you will like his reaction, so just go with it.” She tries to reassure me.

I need to stop this I’m no child, I can do this, Becca did this for me, I should be grateful and not be such a Debbie Downer.

“What time is it Becca.” I ask.

“Time to go,” She replies walking me to the entrance of the dorm.

“Have fun Jay-J.” she says leaving me there to start my date.

My legs are cold but are shaking from the nervousness I am feeling rather than the weather. My hair blows in the wind as I try to find Mekhi in the massive crowd of the public.

I can feel the eyes of the people around me but I don’t look at them, for my eyes are fixated on finding him.

It wasn’t hard, as his presence is easily noticeable. He stands there leaning on the front gate pushing his tousled hair out of his face.

I smile and start to walk to him wanting to close the distance between us, as my heart eagerly pounds in my chest for him. I start walking a little faster, sloppier to get to him.

Why do I like this weird obsessed persona that I become when I’m near him, like I knew him long before we met, like he was made for me, to fit my broken pieces, like he is the glue that can put me back together.