How To Love | Daniel Seavey AU

10 | banquet

THE STRESS I WATCHED my mother endure the morning, eight hours before the banquet, was hard. From when she came home at two in the morning from the office, she immediately went into her room. I ended up making her breakfast, and bringing it to her, which she hastily thanked me for before she proceeded with her work.

I, on the other hand, was finishing up the assignments that I didn't get to do because of the dress shopping she and I did, without realizing that I hadn't done anything the entire week since I've been binge watching all episodes of Game Of Thrones. It's an interesting TV series, and I thoroughly enjoyed the gory scenes. I was able to watch three seasons this week, so I have three more to finish.

Now I face the consequences of binge watching during school days when I'm well aware of the homework I will have to do.

I had spent the past three hours working on the 50 math problems Mr. Jess had assigned us, and to make matters even worse, it wasn't multiple choice where we can just select the answers and move on, instead, we had to write out how we found the answer. My arm was cramping up from writing and leaning my weight against it as I lied on my stomach on my floor, finding it the best place to do my homework.

Five hours had passed, less than three hours until the banquet and I was still doing my homework. Now it was World History where you had to write in chronological order of World War I, II and the Cold War. Not only how it happened, but the reason, leaders and countries involved, and also the effect it had given the countries involved.

Out of rage and exhaustion, I wrote: because the world is stupid and problematic, they make a big deal out of things, before I erased it with correction ink.

I hadn't talked or texted Daniel because I didn't want to be distracted, and I knew that he was capable of doing so. I had turned my phone onto airplane mode to keep from being side tracked, and was able to finish my homework an hour before we had to leave for the banquet.

"Logan, what are you still doing in your pajamas, go shower!" My mom came barging in, "The makeup artist will be here soon to do our makeup, and where's your friend?"

"Okay, okay, he's still home I think, okay," I mumbled under my breath, packing up my homework and placing them on my table before grabbing my towel and heading into the bathroom. I took my time, and washed my hair; I did end up shaving my legs before washing everything off and wrapped a towel around my body and hair before stepping out. Drying myself, I put on my undergarments and turned off airplane mode, my phone vibrating violently on my table as I applied lotion, and put on my dress.

The vibrating stopped and Daniel's name popped up. "What?"

"Oh my gosh! Logan, I was panicking!" He exclaimed, and I had to pull my phone from my ear to keep from hurting. "Where the hell were you? Should I get ready? I'm shaking!"

"Daniel!" I snapped. "Shut up, hang up and put your suit on, then you get here and you're done—gosh, you sound like my mother—" I mumbled the last bit.

"I'm not the one that disappeared for eight hours– did you put your phone on airplane mode?"

"Yes and I'm not even guilty," I admitted, "hang up and get ready, you dork." He muttered something before we both hung up and I continued getting ready. I pulled the zipper on the back of my dress up, pressing my hands down the dress and admiring myself in the mirror. And by admiring, I mean, cocking my head to the side to see if I actually look good.

I didn't put on the shoes until I was done with whatever the makeup artist was going to do. My mom came into my room to inform of the person's presence, and I stepped out to see that it was in fact a man with amazing brows. "Hey, I'm Julian and I'll be doing your makeup."