Dangerous | Shawn Mendes

FOUR

It is now 6 p.m, an hours away before Shawn arrives at my house and i somehow still find myself crying over Nicholas Sparks' greatest movie 'The Notebook'. I must have gotten distracted by this movie that i forget the time completely. I don't even feel like moving from my warm and cozy bed. 

Please, let me just dream about Ryan Gosling being my future husband..

The door suddenly cracks open and reveals Hayley, glaring at me with a hand on her hips, if a look could kill, this would be it, literally, "What are you still doing here?" she asks me.

"Can i just cancel the date, i don't feel like going" i huff as i hide myself under the blanket.

"Na'ah bitch, you don't get to dumb someone just an hours before the date" she forcefully pulls the blanket away from my body, leaving me cold and annoyed. "Now, get your ass off from the bed and start getting ready" she claps her hand a few times.

Well, i was so close to text Shawn and cancelled the date.

"hmm.. what should you wear" Hayley taps her finger on her mouth, thinking. "do you know where he's taking you?" she heads to my wardrobe and rummaging through it.

"not a clue, just that he said to wear something casual" i reply while i stand up from the bed and walk closer to Hayley. 

Well, if i'm the one choosing what to wear, i would definitely go for my favorite trasher top and skinny jeans, maybe finishing it off with a pair of vans old school shoes as well. My style is kind of the skateboard girl's style, and knowing Hayley well enough, she definitely wouldn't approve such style.

"don't you have anything else rather than these craps? like something that is actually decent?" What did she just say? bish please, streetwear is the best. After a few minutes making a mess at my wardrobe, she finally gives up. Without saying a word, she leaves my room leaving the door wide open. privacy much? i hate it when people do that, it irritates me the most. 

After one or two minutes later, she comes back to my bed room and reveals a baggy grey sweater and a hot pants in her hand.

"wear mine!" she throws the clothes to me. Well.. me being me, i don't have a fast reflect, so the clothes instantly smack my face and landed on the floor, leaving me speechless. She doesn't even apologies, forgoshsake. I personally don't hate her for her choice of clothing though, it just that it doesn't make sense to me..like you usually wear a sweater because you feel cold, right? but then, why would you pair it with hot pants? i mean.. it's kind of useless. But i don't procrastinate anyway, and wear what she has given me. I pick up the clothes and head to the bathroom.

As i spend my time putting on mascara and orangey red lipstick, i play my favorite song 'Again' by Noah Cyrus. i swing my hips lightly a few times, in sync with the rhythm of the music while i continue putting on my make up. When i'm finished, i watch myself from the mirror and looking  through the outfit. I actually love this look, especially the sweater. It shows part of my shoulder, making the line looks stronger and wider and the hot pants which make my leg look longer, as if i'm any taller.

The music suddenly stops when an incoming call appears. The phone reveals Shawn's name on the screen and i answer it.

"Hey, i'm outside.." he starts talking right after i put the phone in my ear.

"Just come upstairs, i'm almost ready"

"right, okay"

I hang up the call and immediately head outside the bathroom while putting my untamed curly hair into a messy bun. I walk in fast pace to my bedroom to take my small satchel bag and spray myself some j'adore perfume. And just in time, i hear a loud knock on the door, Shawn.