"Aw, cute!" Peggy said after you told her about your conversation. "He asked you out! Congrats!"
You laughed. "Peggy, he didn't ask me out. He probably just wants me to hang out with him and the guys a little more. We had fun last night."
"But what if that's not the case? What if it's only him and it is a date? What then?"
You almost fell over. You hadn't even considered that. What if she was right? But what if she was wrong? What if you showed up underdressed... or overdressed?
"Oh my gosh, Peggy. What the hell? What am I supposed to wear? I need something that works if the others are there and works if they aren't. I don't have anything like that! All my shirts are crew necks, and I'm not wearing a dress if the others are there."
A mischievous grin spread slowly across her face.
"Oh, no," you said, now slightly afraid for your life. "Peggy, what are you thinking?"
"As soon as class is over, you and I are taking a little trip to the mall."
So, as soon as you'd both finished up your classes for the day, you walked out to her car and listened to music all the way to the mall. The two of you took turns with the songs, because she didn't listen to Broadway very much, and, well, you didn't really listen to much anything besides Broadway. Although, you weren't really focusing on the music. All you could focus on was that Laurens had sat next to you in Geography, even though Alex and Lafayette were in that class as well. He had smiled his dorky, adorable grin at you and talked to you even when the teacher started talking, making you glad you'd spent years teaching yourself to act: you would've been rolling around on the floor laughing otherwise. And with every word, it was harder not to fantasize about his face close to yours, his arms around you, smiling down at you, wanting you back. You wanted it. You wanted him. Bad. But you had to keep away from that dream, at least until night when no one could interrupt your thoughts of the impossible.
When you got there, the first thing Peggy did was drag you into Maurice's, where she found some clothes for you while you gave the store a once-over. Nothing.
"What about this one?" Peggy asked from behind you. You turned around, where she was holding up a flowey, navy blue top with a bright floral print with clashing colors. You made a face.
"Hell no."
"Well, do you see anything else you want?"
"Not really."
"Well, then, on to Old Navy," she smiled.
But as soon as you stepped through the door, you walked right back out again. Too many dresses, and too many tops you'd rather wear a garbage bag than.
You finally found a top at American Eagle. It was a nice ivory sweater that you could wear with jeans, although Peggy tried to get you to buy jeggings, to which you'd refused. She then, somehow, convinced you to go to Sephora.
"NO," you'd said.
"Oh, come on," she'd replied. "Let's just try some on, and then, if you really hate it, you don't have to buy it. And I'll buy the sweater and whatever makeup we buy."
"Fine," you had muttered. How bad could it be?
So there you sat, in Sephora, as your best friend put the finishing touches of creamy brown lipstick on you. She'd applied eyeliner, mascara, and red lipstick, before wiping off the red stuff and putting on an earth tone instead.
"Okay. Done," she said, turning your chair around. You stared back at a different person. You looked... hot. No, not hot, you chided yourself. Just... different. Yeah, different. (Y/n) (L/n) does not look hot.
"So...?" Peggy asked, waiting.
"It looks..." you didn't know what to say. "Fine. I'll wear it."
Peggy grinned. "Wow. I didn't know I was that good at applying makeup!"
"Oh, shut up," you laughed.
(I'll leave hair up to your imagination, because I have a pixie cut and I don't know how much you can do with your hair because it varies in length.)
You checked your watch. It read 6:00.
"I gotta go," you said, giving Peggy a quick hug.
"Good luck!" she responded. Your stomach churned.
I'm gonna need it.
