They Don't Know About Us

Chapter 5

Grace's POV

I couldn't stop pacing around my room. What if he didn't like me in the end? Maybe he just wants to use for... no. I'm not pretty enough for someone to use me. Then again, he just met me so he would have to think I'm pretty. Or maybe he thought I was easy to lure into his van and murder me... I did just accept to go on a date with a stranger.

Ugh, this is so annoying.

I decided I needed back up to help me out here. There was only one thing I could do to help. One person that would help me know for sure what to do in this situation.

I ran down to kitchen quickly and came back up to my room, opening the bag of gummy bears. Mr gummy bear always knows how to help me.

Okay, maybe I needed a second option. Mr gummy bear couldn't tell me comforting words once I eat his head off.

So I dialled in the number I was calling and she answered after a few rings.

"Hey Grace, what's up?" Harley asked casually.

"It's Friday! You know what that means? I have a date with Chris!" I told her frantically.

"Calm your farm. I'll be over in five." She hung up the phone and sure enough, in five minutes she was over.

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We'd been going through my cupboard for about ten minutes now. It wasn't that I had soooo many clothes. It was because we just didn't know what to pick from what I already had. So much for being creative.

"Where did you say you were going again?" Harley looked back at me from my cupboard.

"That new café near the park we went to the other day." I answered.

"Ohhhh. That's right."

Another few minutes passed until we finally agreed on something.

"Okay Grace. This dress," she pulled out my black loose dress with large, bright sunflowers on it, "is cute and casually. It's not too loose or tight. And this," Harley took out my black ballet shoes with yellow but slightly orange (if that makes sense) shoes out, "would look cute. Just got to put that on and let me apply your makeup and do your hair."

Wow. That would look kind of cute. I'm sure it would look alright on me.

I went into my bathroom and changed into everything. Looking in the mirror, I think that Chris should like this. Then again, I'm not really sure what he likes. Need an opinion from a guy once we're done with this...

Getting out of the bathroom, I left the door open and grabbed a chair to sit on while Harley did my makeup. I can never put the stuff on properly.

"Okay so just the basics?" She asked me. I nodded and she started the transformation.

It wasn't that much of a transformation and Harley didn't end up just doing the basics. The girl did have skill when it came to doing makeup and you want to know why? Harley wanted to be a professional makeup artist when she was older. She would be one heck of a makeup artist too.

She had bought a light lip gloss on my lips that was pink and gave my lips a little bit of a sparkle. I had mascara on so my eyelashes were longer (they were already dark enough really), no eye liner because that made me tear up too much though. A yellow and orange ombre eye shadow that went with the bow on my shoes and the sunflowers on my dress was on my eyes obviously, and a little bit of light pink blush on my cheeks to top it all off.

It didn't look like I was a barbie or anything close. It just looked...nice.

Harley looked down at her phone when it buzzed and looked back up at me.