"Soooo," Vik said, wagging his eyebrows, "Think tonight's is the night you and Prince Charming get it on?"
"Vik!" I giggle.
"Oh! Just admit it already. You want to jump his bones, don't you?" He teased.
I blushed, "Well, who wouldn't? Have you seen Teddy shirtless? The man has TDF abs."
"To die for? Seriously?" Vik deadpans, "I didn't know you were so caught up on teen-girl-slang."
"Of course I am. I am your typical GND!" I shrug.
"Bitch, please! You are not the typical girl next door," he scoffs, "and don't move unless you want to get singed."
"In the words of the great Taylor Swift, 'Cause, darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream'," I sing.
"More like the spawn of Satan disguised as an angel," he said under his breath as he grabbed a piece of my hair and wrapped it around my curler.
"Bitch! Take that back!" I yelled.
"No!" Vik said, while bringing the curler dangerously close to my face.
I squealed and said, "Careful there! You're touching precious cargo!"
He snuck a few looks to my arms when he thought I wasn't looking and said, "I wanna ask you a question and you can't get mad." He seemed to be deep in thought and sobered up from the fit we were having just a few seconds ago.
"The dress has long sleeves. It will cover up my scars," I told him quietly. Already knowing what his question was going to be. He sighed. I knew he was going to lecture me again on finding a healthy outlet for all of my pains and frustrations. To save him the time, I said, "I haven't cut since Teddy came back. He makes me want to do better but tonight is not the night to let him in on yet another secret of mine. I will tell him but not tonight Vik. I want tonight to be perfect."
"Ellie, I just worry about you. What if you take it too far someday? I can't lose you," Vik said, pain and fear coloring his voice. I knew what I was doing wasn't just affecting me but for the life of me, I couldn't stop. I craved to take the razor to my skin and begin to paint. I felt like an real artist then. I craved to paint the canvas that was my skin with the razor as my brush and my blood as my paint. All I wanted was to paint a masterpiece like picasso but on my skin before I was gone.
My eyes filled with tears and the thought filled my head again. I knew I needed help but admitting it to anyone else other than myself was a lot harder than I thought.
"You won't lose my Vik. You know me. I may be a cutter but I'm not suicidal. I like that it makes me feel something. If I'm dead, I can't feel anything," I try to reassure him of my nonexisting suicidal tendencies. "Besides, I'm the last Houston alive. I can't die before birthing an heir, right?" I try to joke.
"Ellie," Vik said exasperation filling his voice, he still cracked a smile.
"What should I do to my face?" I ask, trying to change the morbid subject.
Vik gives me a look that says he knows what I'm doing but indulges me anyway, "What about a smokey eye with somenudes?"
"So my NAKED palette?" I ask.
"Oh, Yes with a dark lip and it matches your nails. I like how the nude nail with the gem is the middle one. Just ready to flick someone off," Vik commented, picking up one of my hands and inspecting my nails closely. I pulled my hands back from him and opened my makeup bag.
"When you're done curling my hair, can you pin it up like this?" I asked showing him a picture on my phone of the hair style I wanted. I rummaged through my bag and set up on the vanity all the makeup and brushes I needed. I swept eyeshadow and blended it into a smokey eye, I followed with a light contour and swept some blush and highlighter on then finished with my wine colored matte lipstick. It seemed like hours had gone by when it was only like one. Once Vik finished with hair, I changed into a strapless black push-up lace bra with a bow in between my breasts, and a matching lace thong. Vik helped me into it as to not damage hours of tedious work. When Vik left, it was just 6:15. Teddy would pick me up in 30 minutes. I looked around for the tickets to the dance and my ID. I shoved it into my bow shaped clutch along with a mirror, my lipstick and some spare cash. I put on the pear shaped amethyst necklace and the matching drop earrings. A knock on my door broke me out of my thoughts. I looked at the clock and was surprised to see that it was 6:45 already.
"Coming!" I yelled as I looked around for my shoes. I found my black lace booties and shoved them on. I smoothed down my dress and opened the door.
"You-you," Teddy stuttered, "Breathtaking."
I blushed and looked at the ground as if it was the most interesting thing I had seen in years, "Thank you. You look good." He was wearing a classic looking tux but with it being tailored to fit him. It was cut perfectly and it definitely did not hide his jaw dropping physique.
"I can not-words do not-you look amazing," Teddy said speechlessly. The dress I was wearing had a sweetheart neckline with lace long sleeves and a short full skirt ending a bit above my knees. The high heeled booties I wore made my legs go on for days. He pulled me to him and snaked his arms around my waist. "Tonight will be perfection," Teddy promised.
A/N: Please comment and vote. It might motivate me to write faster if I get some comments and votes. I want to know how I'm doing and if you're liking it so far. I just had a jolt of inspiration so I might update again before next Wednesday.
This is a little shorter than normal but I promise to make it up to you guys.
I am so excited for this Sunday. My husband and I are going to comicpalozza and we are meeting TOM HOLLAND!
If you want to see what the outfit looks like shoot me a message or leave a comment.
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My Sisters Best Friend
Romansa"Take care of Ellie," Alia said coughing in pain, "Promise me." "Whatever she needs," replied Mikhail, holding Alias hands and staring in to her glazed eyes. "Make sure she goes to business school" she said, wheezing in agony, "i want her to be happ...
