When you love someone - A Shawn Mendes fanfiction

Chapter 5

The next morning grams waked me up at 9 am. We ate breakfast, but not a big one, because lunch was supposed to be at noon. My grandpa had not said much since I arrived, but that is just how he is.

At ten my grandma told me to go shower, and get dressed for lunch. So I did. I took my time in the bath tom. First I red a chapter in my book. I was reading «Panic» by Lauren Oliver. I just sat on the bathroom floor and red. The floor was hot, the bathroom was big, and I was all alone. I had locked the door. The bathroom was in the basement, and if you ere outside you could not hear anything from the inside. That meant that it was a safe «singing in the shower»- zone. I smiled when thinking of it. Before getting in the shower, I put music on. I had this bad habit on having to listen to music an sing while in the shower. I used to annoy the crap out of my sister when I sung in the shower, at least I did not have to worry about that anymore. I gave myself permission to take a long hot shower. When i was finished I decided to blow dry my hair. My hair was long, but I usually did not bother to blow dry it.

It felt good blow drying it hair here, there was a power input by the floor, so I could sit down and dry it on the same time. The warm air the blow drier spit out, felt good at my skin. I felt an urge to blow dry every inch of my body, but I knew that I had wasted too much time to do that. I had my towel wrapped around me when I dried my hair, and it was so big and soft and i just loved it!

When my hair was dry, i walked all the way up to second floor, big deal, eh not. Anyway, to get my stuff. My bag was actually overfilled, even though the bag was big, and I had not brought a whole lot of stuff either. I think the reason might just have been that I am am unreasonable packer. I squeeze it all in so it fits just enough for me to close the bag. True story.

Of course, the dress, make up and hair products was laying on the bottom. Great. So when I walked back down (still wearing nothing else than a towel), I thought about what my sister would have seen all my stuff laying on the bed in a big mess. «Haven't you learned anything from living with me Amy? A great rule to remember; Even though your life is messy, your room don't have to be. I will take you two minutes to clean that mess up. Just fix it okay?» She was alway acting like she was my mom, although I was the older twin.

I imagined my towel dropping when I walked past the big window in the living room. And outside that window the man of my dreams would stand, and I would be so ashamed of showing him my body that I passed out. Therefore, I held extra tight on to my towel while walking past that window.

I looked in the mirror. I knew I was pale. I had spent three weeks avoiding everything called sun just after a long winter, so it was no surprise. Usually I never wore make up. without mascara. I wore mascara. And sometimes eyeliner. But today I had decided to impress. My grandma had «lost» her best granddaughter. Kim used to come here a lot, a long time after I had stopped speaking with grams. My sister was nice, pretty (although we were identical, she was a whole of a lot prettier than me), good at every thing she tried, smart, happy and never any trouble. The only trouble that came her, was me.

Downstairs I had brought with me, a t-shirt, sweat pants, underwear, make-up, hair straightener, hairbrush, hairspray and god knows what else.

Honestly, I do not have a good answer for why I brought my sweatpants an t-shirt down stairs, and put it on here, instead of just changing in to them upstairs. But I did, and done is done.

I put my panties on first. They were pink with little white dots all over, pretty cute to be accurate. I pulled my grey sweatpants over them, and then my t-shirt. I felt like going without a bra for as long as possible, so therefor I did not put any on. I watched my dress for a second. I was very girly-girly. I was not a very girly-girly girl. The outfit I had wore to the interview was girly to be me. I usually were ripped jeans, and a t-shirt. And the ripped jeans are often black, so is the t-shirt. Don't get me wrong, I was not either emo or goth (not that it is wrong being that, but that was not me). I just had a babit wearing black. But I had blue ripped jeans, and colored t-shirts I used sometimes too. Just mentioning it.

The dress was in this transparent tight net kind of fabric on the top, just down to the chest, then it was tight all the way down to my waist, out from there it was kind of poofy skater skirt looking. I guess you could call it a skater dress without arms, and thigh netting fabric on the top? I am not good at explaining I know.. And it had this belt that was supposed to be in the waist band, it was light pink, any glossy, made out of lather or something, also it was a pre-made perfect bow on the end, that were supposed to be in the middle on front. A really, really cute dress, but as you probably already guessed, it was not originally mine. I belonged to my sister. Well not any more. It was hers before she lost weight, then she gave it to me, perfect fit. I did not want it, but she insisted, because she thought is was gorgeous, so I took it, had never used it, never thought of using it, now I was about to use it. I also had this flat pink glossy shoes, with a white bow on top, after my sister, I was going to be all petite and cute.

I did my make up, straightened my hair and put on my dress. I really could not believe I did this, but I was going to go trough with it.

I held my shoes in my hand as I walked towards the stairs. I was exhausted from waring the dress already, but I had no plan on bailing either. I almost reach the stairs, when I herd grams call out; AMY HONEY, HURRY UP! WE HAVE TO GO NOW, I DON'T WANT TO BE LATE! And I answered that I was on my way.

Her high shrilling voice was going over and over inside my head when I made it upstairs. I went out to the hall, and started putting the shoes on. I heard grandma open the door, but I was standing with my back to it, so I could not see her.

«we have to go now honey-» she had a shrilling, but sugar sweet voice «the Brown's are waiting for us» I got up, and turned around. Her already big eyes, widened noticeable. and she opened her moth and gasped «Oh my! Amy! You look beautiful, wonderful! Almost like K...-» She stopped and looked ashamed of what she almost just said. Cause I knew she was gaping to say Kim, and she knew that I knew.

«Almost like a princess, like a real princess darling, you're beautiful! I am proud of how far you have come. I know that you had a hard time after your sister left, and I feel like-»I interrupted her «Grams, it's okay, we don't need to talk about that, lets go have fun at The Brown's instead» I smiled, and she answered my smile, by smiling even brighter.