I'll Wear Orange - (finished)

I'll Wear Orange - Surprise, surprise

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Chapter Thirteen - Surprise, surprise

Tuesday night

Oh my God! Cole cooked me dinner, then . . . then! He recreated my prom that I missed because I was ill!

After dinner he had sent me to his mother's room, told me to read the note and I would know what was going on. As I walked into her room, my eyes landed straight on the bed. Laid across it, was a royal blue dress. It looked like a fitted bodice at the top, with black lace spread across it, with little black stones and diamonds. I walked over and picked it up. It was beautiful. There was a note that fell to the floor. "I have decided to give you a prom; to make up for the one you missed" it said "Would you meet me in the dining room at nine o'clock this evening? Please wear the dress, use mothers make up if you wish, also. Cole x" it was cute.

I held the dress up against me, it was short. Well, not short-short, but short enough that a decent stretch of naked thigh and bandage would be able to be seen. I started panicking. Me wearing a dress? That didn't happen. Me wearing a /short/ dress? That was even less of an occurrence. Then there was make up. What on earth was I going to do with my makeup? And my hair!? Lisha.

I grabbed my jeans back off the chair and rummaged through the pockets until I found my phone. I messaged her and told her what was going on. Told her I needed MAJOR help with my makeup. Ugh, she was a life saver! Lisha did her own eyes, then took a photo and showed me so I could copy. I did. It didn't look the same ha-ha, I had messed the liquid liner up. I blinked! Anyway, I did my hair, straightened it then put some big curls down the sides; it didn't look to bad . . . even if I did say so, myself.

When I was done, I went down to the dining room. It was dead on nine o'clock. I pushed open the doors and froze. I think my jaw hit the floor. It was a-ma-zing! The table had been moved along the back wall, giving more floor space, probably for the "dance floor". There was a mirror ball hanging haphazardly from the chandelier. Loads of fairy lights had been draped between the wall lights, around the whole room. Then there, standing in the middle on the room, was Cole.

He was in a suit, black and pressed. He looked gorgeous. He smiled at me, and I blushed! I don't blush often, and he made me blush! In his hand he held a simple blue orchid. I walked over to him. He took my hand and held the flower out to me.

'For you,' he said, 'a blue dendrobium orchid. The only flower may be, almost at beautiful as you are in that dress.' He smiled, I blushed harder. Do red cheeks and blue dresses go? No, colour clash!

I swear, I blushed even harder when he slipped the flower into my hair, above my ear. He took my hand and pulled me to him, I tangled my arms behind his neck, while he rested his hands on my hips. And we dance.

It was nice, him just holding me, moving slowly across the floor. I started laughing as he tried to spin us round the floor, and do fancy footwork. Then he spun me out, my dress span with me, twisting around my legs as I moved. His hand was still holding my hand, so as I reached the end of my spin, he pulled me back, spinning me into his chest. My back was against him, with his arms around my waist, resting on my belly.

'Ashleigh, why are you holding my arms so tight?' he asked chuckling. I hadn't realised the vice like grip I had, digging my nails into his forearms. His jacket was long gone.

'I feel dizzy,' I answered. His walked around me until he was facing me. His hands rested on either side of my face, gently rubbing his thumbs across my cheek bones.

'Then no more spins,' he whispered. Cole moved closer to him until I could feel his breath on my lips. 'May I?' was all he said. All I could do was nod and close my eyes. His kiss was soft and hard at the same time. My head started hurting, lights flickered on and off behind my eyelids. And for one, I wished my boyfriend wasn't such a good kisser.

I pulled away from him and look down. His white shirt was red with blood, as was his face. He wiped his hand across his face and looked at me. I looked down. I was covered in more blood than he was. I felt dizzy again, and then I don't remember what happened.

I woke up in Cole's bed, in my pjs. The cotton trousers had been rolled up to the top of my thighs, and I only hand a vest top on. Cole was sitting next to me, still bloodstained and scared looking. I had a cold cloth across my forehead. Cole wiped another cloth over my chest, then lifted my vest top to the bottom of my bra and wiped it across my stomach.

'You were to sick,' he whispered, 'I shouldn't have made you dance while you are ill. It was silly off me,' it seemed like he was talking more to himself than me, at the end. I put my hand on his arm, stopping him wiping the cloth down my legs.

'I had fun, Cole,' I smiled, 'Thanks,'

'You do not know what happened, do you?' he said. My smiled left, I shook my head. 'You collapsed, you just disappeared. Your nose has only just stopped bleeding, and you are far too hot. Morgan is frightened. She does not know what happened, but she saw me. She saw me running to my room, with you in my arms covered in blood. I ran into her,' he looked up at me. He looked scared, and pained, 'I did not mean to knock her down,' he said.

I tightened my grip on his arm and pulled him back up the bed until his back was on the wall. 'I'll go see her, tell her I'm alright, then I'll come straight back.' Cole's jaw tensed.

'You are staying in this bed,' he growled.

'Cole, it's Morgan,' I said. He shook he head; hand on my shoulders he made me lay down again.

'You are staying in this bed,' he repeated. Honestly I wanted to fight him; I wanted to make sure Morgan was okay. All I could imagine was her in tears scared hugging her little grey bear. But every movement was effort for me, I was tired and achy, and my head was spinning.

He put the cloth back on my head, and told me to sleep. I shook my head and grabbed my phone off the bedside table.

I messaged Lisha. I told her everything that happened, how royally I messed up, and how nice it was while I lasted. Cole ended up falling asleep next to me. His hand was still holding the flannel on across my forehead. He was sitting up with his back against the wall, and his head had slumped to the side. He did not look comfortable.

I told Lisha I was going to move him, so I did. I took off his bloodied shirt, fighting more dizziness as I went. I somehow - no idea how - got his trousers of and put him in a pair of joggers. He didn't even wake as I moved him. I tucked him in and let him sleep, while I talked to Lisha.

Bye for now, D! x

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