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"Rockin around the clock"
The minute that Amelia's eyes had fluttered open that morning of the dance, it was go time. Maryl had somehow gotten into the house and stormed into the peacefully sleeping girl's room. Within the next few seconds, the green-eyed girl was over her friend screaming in her face that today was the day. She didn't understand why it seemed to be such a big deal, it was just a dance and not a wedding- which was how the other blonde had been treating it.
Before Amelia could even get up, a white glass bowl was shoved in her face which included the contents of cornflakes and milk. "Eat! Come on we have things to do, people to see!"
Last night was rough on the girl, with no sleep because of all the stress on her shoulders and all of the 'what if's' flowing through her mind. What was she stressing about? For once she cared what people were going to think about her, she didn't wanna look horrible for the dance and be judged for the rest of her high school years. As for the what if's, what if Paul tried to make a move again as he had done a few weeks prior? What if she ruined her dress, the plan was to get food before, she could only imagine how badly a big stain of ketchup on a white dress would look. Or even worse, what if she got ditched? Deep down she knew Paul would never do that especially to her, but the thought still lingered in the back of her head.
"Jeez, alright mother!" being guided by her best friend, Amelia sat down at her vanity before shoving some cereal into her mouth. Maryl quickly took out a few hairstyles from her pocket before laying them out in front of the bowl of cereal. "Pick one, I'll be right back!" she said before running off to the bathroom.
In the first cutout, it was a simple curled haired look. The second look had a braid going from the nape of her neck into a cute pinup of neat curls. lastly, it was a simple half up half down look.
"Did you decide?" Maryl asked scaring Amelia as she didn't know that the girl had come back from the bathroom. The young lady had set down multiple things on the pristine white wood of the vanity including, curlers, a spray bottle, her bag of makeup, some nail polish, and pins for her hair. "I think I should go with an updo?" there was unsureness laced in Amelia's voice while she looked into the mirror to see what her friend would think.
"I think that would be great!" the green-eyed girl exclaimed, "Pick out nail polish." Quickly getting to work, the blondes hair was sorted into multiple sections, making her look mad. Amelia's delicate hands dug throughout the bin of nail polishes, pulling out a nude peach she held it up to Maryl- she had felt as if she hadn't asked her head might've gotten bit off- but thankfully it was approved.
Wrapping the soft blonde pieces of hair around the curler, Maryl focused her eyes on her work, "Y'know, I think you're going to look very pretty tonight." the girl stated out of nowhere. Blue orbs traveled up to meet Maryl's form, "I'm sure you'll look great too M!" Marylyn refused to show Amelia the dress that she had gotten for the dance, but she knew it was going to be stunning. Maryl always had a better fashion sense than she did which she was grateful for in the end since she always helped her get ready.
Finishing up the hair-do, Maryl guided the thick liquid onto Amelia's long nails, she imagined what tonight would be like. She crossed her fingers as there would be a disc jockey instead of an actual band, as she thought it was more enjoyable for a school dance.
Over the past week, since Paul had asked her to the dance, he'd been avoiding her as much as he possibly could- only giving a quick smile or hello in the hallway. The girl didn't let it go unnoticed either. "He's never been like that with me so why is he acting like that now!" went throughout her head every time he avoided her to the best of his abilities. The two of them hung out at least five days a week unless something came up, it was just how they were, but this was extremely odd to Amelia as she never expected this behavior out of him. She truly hoped that he hadn't regret asking her to the dance.
The now painted hands were occupied brushing multiple types of powders and liquids on her face. The two of the girls sat in comfortable silence, it was a completely different story at pauls house.
The McCartney boy paced his room, waving around about a dozen ties in his hand. "I can't do this George! Why are there so many ties?" the boy was beyond worked up, he had been like this all week, but it seemed like today was his breaking point. George watched from Pauls bed, munching on a bag of crisps, "Do you even have a shirt to wear yet?" the scouser asked before throwing another piece of food into his mouth.
As the doe-eyed boy turned to face his friend, his eyes widened like saucers. Letting out an exaggerated sigh, he threw the ties on the ground making way to his wardrobe. He honestly didn't know why he was so nervous, it was just Amelia, right? Just the girl that he grew up with since they were babies. They used to take baths together, so why now was he freaking out over a stupid dance.
After having a five-minute argument with himself, he went for the white button-up that his father had gotten him for Christmas. Jim was always the one to want Paul looking as sharp as ever, and he made that very clear too even though the boy didn't like the idea of dress pants.
As the day continued on, it was around five o'clock in the evening as the sun slowly set behind the horizon. Paul made his way a few houses over with a red rose that he had stolen from his neighbors garden in hand. This had reminded him when he was younger how his dad always had gotten his mum flowers no matter the occasion, well paul was young and broke so this was really the best he could do. The thought counts right?
Knocking on the hard wooden surface in front of him, Paul waited until the door was opened in front of him. As it finally did, he never had he once saw Amelia so dressed up before, saying she looked absolutely beautiful was an understatement.
"Hi paul!" the girl's nerves got to the best of her, she mentally punched herself in the face for sounding so cheery. Paul's hand reached out to hand over the rose, although it was a simple gesture, she thought it was adorable. "Do you wanna go?"
Behind his date was her other best friend, giving him hand gestures to leave. "Uh yes," he spoke questionably. Before she walked out the door, the rose was handed off to the other body, "You look quite beautiful by the way."
Her cheeks tinted pink for a moment before she calmed herself down, "You look good too if I do say so myself."
