Silver

Chapter 5

"Thanks for helping me get ready, Al. I wish I had been able to exploit your help this whole time," I chuckled as Allison ran the eyeshadow brush over my eyelid, making me cringe slightly. I didn't really know what she was doing to my face, but I trusted her. 

"I wish you could've too. This is fun for me. I always wanted to do stuff like this with you, but you're such a tomboy and weren't really into dating before Grey. I'm stoked I get to do this with you now," she explained. "And he's not telling you where you're going?"

"No, I asked him to surprise me. I don't know if we've ever really been on an official date. It's sort of always just been him forcing me to be around him or training to fight demons, not really any in between," I shrugged. 

"Sounds romantic," she snorted and I cocked my head to the side at her. "Not- that it's not cute in your own unromantic, hate all love way. I just can't believe you two are even together to begin with, let alone you're together without even having been on one official date."

"He and I are both untraditional, I think. I don't think either of us really even wanted to go on one of those awkward first dates. I think we both preferred the occasional comment while training," I replied coolly. 

"You're both so antisocial, I can't believe you can interact at all without encouragement," Allison laughed, stopping the assault on my eyelids. 

"We didn't at first, we absolutely despised each other for the longest time. You would've enjoyed it. i believe I've thrown a right hook at his face twice," I snickered. 

"You're right. I probably would've enjoyed that. I guess I'll have to settle for seeing his expression when he sees my masterpiece," she sighed over-dramatically. I rolled my eyes. 

"Grey doesn't show much emotion, I wouldn't get my hopes up," I replied as she piled mascara onto my lashes. I winced each time I felt the pressure of the mascara wand, and Allison got frustrated, holding my head still with one hand while she continued her assault with the other. 

"He does when it comes to you," she mumbled, finally relenting and taking away the mascara wand. "Okay. Hair's done. Makeup's done. Time to find you a dress."

"Dress?" I cringed. "I don't own dresses, Al. You know this. You lived with me." 

"You can wear one of mine," she shrugged, standing up and leading me through the bathroom to her bedroom and plopping me on her bed. She sauntered over to her closet, fingering through the hangers with pursed lips. 

"Black or green? Or lavender?" She held up two options, then set one aside to hold up the lavender option. The black dress was high necked and short, with laced up sides that would expose skin down to almost my hip bone. I might have to go commando if I did that one, that's a little risque. The green was a dark emerald green with a very low v-neck and a lace up back that flowed out from the hips, also cut short. I liked that one, but I definitely didn't have the cleavage to pull that low v-neck off. The lavender was long sleeved and high neck, with a little triangular cut out right below the chest, probably to show off under-boob. It was also short, but fitted like the black one. 

While I did really like the emerald green and the lavender, I think I would have better luck pulling off the black. "Can I try on the black?" I raised an eyebrow slightly. 

"You know this is a commando kind of dress, right?" She narrowed her eyes playfully at me. 

"I'll try anything once," I shrugged. Allison squealed with excitement and practically threw the dress at me. 

"I'm so proud. So proud. Look at you. Baby's all grown up," she fanned herself dramatically. Allison had a thing for flair, if it wasn't already blatantly obvious.