Logan

26. All You Need To Know

When Damien had suggested we all go out, I panicked. Most of the time, it was just Logan and Alex that would wander to the clubs. I would stay at home, loaf on my bed or the couch, and watch Netflix or work on my music.

On the rare chance I felt like going out, I didn't bother wearing anything fancy.

It was always an old band t-shirt and comfy blue jeans. I opened my closet with a lurch, there was no way I was going to go out in my flower pajama bottoms and 'Alice Cooper' band shirt.

I stood, in wonder of everything I never bothered to wear. I would see it on the rack, pick it up, try it on, buy it, and then it would die a slow death in my closet until I was too big to wear it or I lost the confidence to even think about wearing it. And, with the new scars from the accident, I had been even more self conscious than before, hiding underneath too-large sweaters and never pulling my hair back.

I heard a quiet knock on my door "You ready yet?" Damien's soft voice rolled through the small crack in the doorway. I opened the door all the way, and Damien did a small up-down at me and grinned, sucking on a cherry lollipop he had obviously swiped from the Halloween candy stash. "Cute, Natalie, but there's no way you're walking out that door in pajamas. As your new best friend, I forbid it." I smiled, there was that strange confidence Damien had that put me instantly at ease.

"I have nothing to wear." I tried to convince him I was unable to be saved. He rolled his eyes at me, his eyeliner was touched up, and his outfit screamed 'punk rock sex god' with a red bandana, suspenders, and a black blazer. His hair was in a wicked slick back, Damien cleaned up good; and he knew it. He pushed past me, heading for my closet. When he opened it, he took a long look before immediately whipping his head toward me.

"Doll, you have plenty of options, look at this." He pulled out a black dress that I had recently bought, it hugged my hips, that's what I loved about it. I just didn't feel myself in it. He then picked out a complete opposite, a glittering knee-high length jade green dress from my first solo gig with Logan.

Logan. It made me miss him, and Damien had immediately sensed it "I know you miss him, okay. But you've gotta do something for yourself too, you know. Put this on, and then call him. If it goes to voicemail again, just let him know you're thinking of him. Then send him a sexy selfie." Damien pushed the dress toward me and then found my jewelry box, rummaging through it until he found some black rose earrings. He found my black ballet flats far behind my other boots and shoes, and most surprising, pulled out one of my unopened packages of black stockings. "Ooh, you sexy minx! Dare to go where you have never gone before!"

I couldn't help but smirk, while also instantly doubting myself "How much do you know about women's style?"

Damien shot me a look "I know you've seen my Instagram. You know how I dress, I like to look nice. Now, if you're going to be my arm candy tonight then I want you to feel the best you can possibly feel."

"Arm candy?" I laughed for a second "You're really feeling good about tonight, aren't you?"

Damien smiled for a moment, rolling the sucker around his mouth, then said, "I want to feel adventure, Natalie." He walked back to the door then turned one more time, "Be ready in about 15 minutes."

I scrambled to put the dress on, and the stockings. When I looked in the mirror, I actually felt like me, without having to worry if I looked fat or if I had extra skin sticking out. I swiped my hair sideways, adding a black rose clip and pinning everything up.

I was especially relieved that the dress was high enough to hide the ragged scar on my shoulder...

The earrings Damien picked out went so great with the entire outfit, and I decided to apply a heavy smokey eye with a green highlight. I tried calling Logan, but it went to voicemail again. I sent a selfie with the caption 'missing you tonight' and put the phone back into my clutch.