Flame

Chapter 15: A Dangerous Kiss

"Flame!" My dad shouted from the bedroom "Hurry up! We're going to be late!"

"I'm sorry but I'm putting make-up on for what must be the first time in my whole bloody life!" I shouted back, panicking and looking at the time on my phone. 7 o'clock. We were supposed to be at the restaurant by now, but ten minutes wouldn't hurt.

I stared at myself in the mirror and sighed as a curled piece of my shining red hair began to fall straight. My hand automatically reached down to the curlers, but unlike most people, who's hand would have burnt from touching the boiling curlers (Which I had to admit I forgot) I felt nothing but a small warm tingle. It was weird to say the least.

I curled my last piece of hair and applied a small amount of mascara on my eyelashes, jabbing my eye in the process before grabbing some perfume from the side and spraying myself. I looked like I was swatting something the way I sprayed it, and to top of my frustrating time of getting ready, once I'd sprayed the perfume all over me, I realized it was in fact my dads.

I groaned at my stupidity and gave up on trying to make myself look any nicer. I was going for a meal, not the Grammy's. Looking in the mirror, I realized that I'd actually done an all right job, considering I rarely got dressed up. My hair now spiraled into a series of flaming curls, shining and almost glowing in the light. I wore little foundation over my pale skin; my freckles still showing through it and a little bit of mascara to make my eyelashes look longer. Finally, to finish off my makeup I wore some skin colored lipstick that had a red tint to it and clear lip-gloss over the top.

My outfit, however, was the thing I was proud of most. I wore a plain, simple black dress that fit me snugly, ending just above my knees and a chunky red and gold Aztec style necklace that my dad had bought me from one of the shops off the cruise. On my left wrist was a thick gold bangle to match the necklace and I wore a pair of shining gold studs to complete the look. Blaze suddenly flew into the bathroom with a fluster of feathers and landed on my shoulder

"Blaze, seriously I nearly died of shock" I gasped in fright

"You look great" he said, his head twitching as he inspected me in the mirror before finally pecking me on the cheek. I looked completely different, I looked glamorous.

I turned off the curlers and ran towards my dad who was holding the door open and waiting impatiently for us to go. Sitting by the door were a pair of plain black heels that I'd taken with me incase we were going anywhere posh, which apparently the booked dinners at the cruise were. I groaned, slipped them on and tried to gain my balance as I walked towards the door.

I was so not used to this.

Giving up on the heels, I took them off and put them in the large bag I'd made my dad carry that had money in, a small amount of makeup, my phone, headphones and all of dad's stuff as well like cameras and video cameras. I grabbed my black Converse from beside my bed, slipped them on and ran back towards my dad. He grinned and rolled his eyes at me playfully.

"You look like your mother when she used to go out on a Saturday night" He chuckled. I grimaced and looked down at my outfit

"Have I got time to change?"

"What, why? You look beautiful"

"You said I looked like my mother" I snarled "Somebody I don't want to represent"

"Flame" He sighed "You look like your mother all the time" he sighed again as he beckoned me through the door.

"Come on, we're already late. And can you tell your hawk he can't come"

"Phoenix dad, and he already knows he can't come" I said, widening my eyes at Blaze whom was still on my shoulder. "Take to the sky for a bit, I don't know, I'll let you in through the balcony when I get back" I said and rushed over to the balcony door to open it. With the nod of his head, he soared into the air, his wings flickering and glowing into the darkening sky and lighting it up like the sun itself. I smiled and locked the balcony door. Before following dad out.