Two Idiots and A Girl

The Twist and The Dance

(Play Beautiful by Carly Rae Jepsen and Justin Bieber, it's suits the chap so well! Every lyrics reflected the characters in this part! Enjoy! There's also a slideshow on the media.) :D

CHAPTER 23

*ZOE'S POV*

I woke up feeling good and the floating-in-the-air sensation is still not leaving me. Craig surprised me a lot. I took a bath because the dance is just a few hours away, then went downstairs.

I gulped my milk as my mom interrogated me about last night: Where have you been? Who's with you? What did you do? Why didn't you come home on the right time?

Lucky I was trained for all that, I answered her quickly.

My phone beeped, it's Sasha.

I'm here at your door. ♥

I dropped the phone and rushed to the door with a towel wrapped on my hair. Leaving my mom in the middle of her talking with mouth opened wide.

"Oh wow, you look beautiful." I'm shut the moment I saw Sasha standing outside.

She's wearing a white dress and her slightly curled hair laid down on it. She twisted and turned as she showed her flowy dress to me. She's a goddess!

"You look so beautiful Sasha." My mom said in awe.

"Okay, enough. Let's fix you now." She said and dragged me to my room.

She brought with her a toolbox of make ups–that's what I called it because I don't really know what it's called–and there lies all of a girl's need in times like this. It's like first aid kit for a panicking girl who doesn't know how to dress up and paint her face.

Sasha clamped her hands on my shoulder and made me sit in front of the mirror. Removing the towel from my hair and combed it through.

"Could you hold this for me please?" She ordered.

I held a section of hair as she continued to dry it, this is not easy too. I catched a glimpse of the things she brought and saw the box Ash was carrying back at L.A. But failed to see the box, just the paper bag.

"Is that yours?" I asked.

"Yup, why?"

"That's what Ash was holding back at L.A. right?"

"Yes, and what's inside it is this." She held her dress, showing it to me again. "I asked him a favor to drop by the store because I can't make it with all your transformations and shopping that day."

I shrugged. "So you do it yourself? You're look?" Hoping to change the subject and just asked if she fixed herself on her own.

"Uh huh, I'm used to it." She hissed.

I nodded in amusement and let her magic work on me until my hair turned into a bun. She grabbed my blanket and covered the mirror, making me turn back from it.

"Why did you---"

"It's a surprise." She whispered.

She laid down the brushes and make ups on my bed and pinched her chin for a while. Rolling her eyes at me then rolled them back to the colors, deciding which suits me best I guess.

She held my chin up and tilted my head sideways when she grabbed something to put on me. I didn't see it though, my head sort of looking up.

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"Done!" Sasha cued.

She pulled the blanket off my mirror and there lies the reflection of a girl so pretty. How could this happen? I'm so beautiful; I'm crushing on myself now.