Illusions (Enoch O'connor)

Chapter 10: Date Night

Zaira Pov:
" AHHHHHH MY TIME HAS COME!"

I put my hands over Emma's mouth. We had just gotten back from our walk and I basicly dragged her to my room while carrying Light.

I gently lay Light down on my side of the bed and pull the covers over him. It was still fairly early, maybe 7:30 so we had lot's of time to spare till it was 10:00, thats when Enoch said he'd come pick me up.

Emma smirked and ran to my closet. Going though it and throwing clothes on the floor.

*sigh* I'm gonna have to clean that later....

I sit down at my vanity and start taking off my make-up I had put on this morning.

By now I was hardly paying attention to Emma and What ever she was doing.

The more make-up I took of the more visable the bags under my eyes became.

These bag's ain't chenel my friend.

Large practically black circles rounded my eyes to the point it almost look like I was trying to do a Smokey eye.

Besides the bags, I looked relatively normal.

I finally began reapplying the foundation and highlights. Then finishing it off with some tan eyeshadow.

I stared at my reflection. Observing the girl I could hardly recognize in the mirror.
There were nots in my stomach and I felt like I was going to barf.

I snapped my head over to Emma. " EMMA I'M GONNA BE SICK!" I exclaimed.

She turned to look at me with a grin. " Your just nervous."

My eyes go wide, " Why the hell would I be nervous!? I've gone on dates before!"

I'm not nervous..............am I?

Emma chuckles, " Zaira you most likely haven't gone on a date in a long while. Maybe this'll help you with you know who."
I sigh loudly and pull my hair lightly.

I haven't gone on a date in years since Riddian disappeared.
So what I'm saying is I haven't gone on a date in almost five years.

I nod and take a deep breath. " You know.....your probably right. I'm just.....over reacting."

Emma nods in agreement. " Yes. Yes you are, and I am always right. Get used to it."

I let out a bark of laughter.

This was nice. Laughing with a new friend. Although I have to disagree with her. I am always right.

After a few minutes of watching Emma toss clothes out of my closet. She pulls put a sweater and skirt. The sweater was a dark grey and the skirt was pitch black.

She gasped and threw it at me. " PUT IT ON WOMAN!"

She hollord and pushed me behind my changing curtain.

I sigh and began stripping out of my clothes and getting in my new ones. This was actually one of my favourite outfits a few years ago.

An old friend named Johnny made it for me.

The boy may have been real shy, but man could he stitch up an outfit.