Love doesn't exist?(N.H) {ON HOLD}

Chapter 19

(JJ's POV)

Tomorrow is prom. I can't wait to see Paisley in an actual dress. I have never see her in one. But first... I have to tell my parents that I have raised all of my grades to at least a 'C+'.

"Mom?! Dad?!" I shouted, while coming out of my room.

"What?!" Dad shouted back.

"Have something to show you," I said once I reached the living room.

"What is it?" dad sighed.

"Look," I handed him a paper I got today from my teachers with all my grades printed out on it.

"Okay... why are you showing me this?" he replied.

"I have raised my grades. So... Can I go to prom?" I asked.

"That depends on who with," he replied, "Who are you going with?"

I contemplated if I should tell him. If I should lie and tell him it is someone else. Maybe I should say it's a girl that they don't know.

"Her names Ally," I lied.

"You didn't want to take Paisley? I know she is more than a friend to you?" my father sat up and looked away from the TV. It has been so long since we have started a conversation like this.

"She was asked by someone else," I frowned. I knew this was a lie, but I had to make it believable.

"And who was that?" he asked.

I thought of all the guys I know. There are only a few. And one of them is my dad's nephew. Maybe he would go along with the lie.

"Jack," I blurted out.

"Oh really? Are you okay with that?" he questioned.

"If she's happy, I'm happy," I simply stated.

"You are such a gentlemen, my boy," mom spoke from behind us.

I just smiles at the ground and exited the room to go back to my bed room.

I took out my phone and searched through my contacts. As I found Jack's number, I type a message explaining what's going on if my dad calls him and asked about the situation.

The text read: Hey Jack. It's me, JJ. You should probably know that I told my dad that you were taking Paisley to the prom, because he thinks she's 'Trouble' for me. If he asks about it, just go with it. You don't actually have to take Paisley to the prom. I am.

What I wasn't expecting, was the text back.

It read: Why should I? Maybe I want to take her to prom?

He is really getting on my nerves. I know he is family, so I can't avoid him. I rapidly texted back: You can't really take her because she would never agree to actually go to the prom with you. You will just have to tell my dad, if he asks, that you are taking Paisley to the prom. Plus, you don't deserve her. She is too good for you. She deserves better than you.

I feel like he finally gave in and excepted. He texted back: Fine. But I get at least one dance with her.

I simply replied: If she agrees to it.

(Paisley's POV)

Tomorrow is prom, and mom thought she would treat Bonnie and I to the salon after school. I was going to get my hair dyed the blackest of black. It is going to be so dark that it looks blue. And then have it ombréd into a light brown at the bottom. And then there is Bonnie's idea. She's going to bleach her hair, then dye the tips of her hair purple. Like the end of her dress.

  I just want my hair to be different. I am sick of my shitty brown hair. I want to look more mature. I want people to stop asking me why I look like I am fifteen when  I am turning eighteen in August, as well as Bonnie. It is strange how Bonnie and I have the same birthday. It's like we are twins originally form different families. But now, we are twins for life.

"Paisley? What do you think?!" Bonnie said loudly from where she was being worked on.

  Her hair was bright. To bright for her skin tone. But it is just temporary.

  "It look fine. I just hope Oliver will like it," I responded.

  A look of fear crossed her face. I wonder why. But it's her relationship. I shouldn't butt in this time. Last time I did, I got her into more trouble.

  "I can help you here now," the other stylist waved me over to a seat in front of a sink.

  "What would you like to do with your hair sweetie?" the lady asked as she was washing my hair

  "Could you let me see the colors of black you have? I want to get the color just right," I responded.

  She later came back with a small booklet with color samples. I looked through the them and found the perfect shade. I pointed to it and said,"this one. And then I the bottom third to ombré into a light brown."

  "Alrighty then. That should look good on you," she said while mixing up the 'Magic', as people say.

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This lady doing my hair, felt amazing. I felt pampered. And I have never been papered my whole life.

  "You're all done sweet pea," the lady said as she took the cape thingy off of me. It was nice to not have that thing strangling my neck.

  "Thank you," I replied as I got of the chair.

  I didn't look in the mirror until I looked at Bonnie and mom, "What? Does it look bad?" I started to wounder.

  "You look like so.. so different," Bonnie blurted out.

  I looked into the mirror next to me, and saw what they were taking about. I looked paler than usual. But, I liked it.

  After the hair salon, we went home. It was a Friday, so Bonnie and I had our weekly movie night. We always start out with the 1D movie "This is us", and then gradually work towards the horror films. I love to be scared out of my pants while watching a movie, but Bonn doesn't. In the end, Bonnie and I are cuddling n my bed. It's a girl thing. Don't judge.

  Tomorrow will be a great night.... Hopefully.

 

  Thank you all so much for reading this. It means the world to me that people actually like my writing. I have a important question for you. I am thinking about changing the title of this story. But I'm still not sure if it's a good idea. I have the title choices already figured out. I just need your opinions on what I should do. The choices are

a) Keep the title the same

b) Change the title to "Love doesn't exist?"

c) Change the title to "Gi'me Love"

  Comment what you think, please. Prepare for a long chapter next. Oh, and Niall will sorta be in the next chapter. :-)  The girl in the picture I tried linking to this chapter is the girl who i am going to have play Courtney. Lily Colliis didn't look right to fit the job. This girl's name is Emily Rudd. Till next time. Much love to you all. And as always, Read, vote, and comment your opinions. If you want me to dedicate a chapter to you. Message me.