Pretend It's Okay (Bluestone 42 Fanfic)

Chapter 15:

Karmin's POV:

I giggle at Carla's feather like touches as she fixes my dress upon my sides, my eyesight blinded by a pale green blindfold. Carla had wanted this to be a surprise and so it is. "Can you please take this off?" I sigh, a small groan of dislike sounding from between my parted lips.

"I mean I could, but I'm not going to."

"CARLA!" I protest, my body feeling the satisfactory smirk of victory radiating off her when I roll my eyes though she couldn't see it.

"I'm almost done with your hair and when that is finished I will do your eyeshadow and then you can open your eyes." She explains thoroughly, a brush already have gone over my lips, leaving a trail of glossy color over the ridges. Before I know it, I can feel fingertips lightly brushing my natural curls, fumbling with the knot of the bandana. It falls into my lap and I don't dare open my eyes, not really in the mood for arguing with Carla's fiestiness of the situation.

I then feel a small brush rub against my eyelid, then something liquidy, and finally annother brush, repeatedly going on for the next ten minutes. "Now open!" She chants, a grin on my face of relief, my eyelids opening to see my reflection in the mirror. My jaw drops and I am absolutely blown away by my appearance. "Like it?"

"No. I-I love it! Thank you so much!" I grin, jumping up to my feet and rushing over to Carla. I tackle her in a hug and she chuckles.

"Your shoes are by the door." She calls as I walk from the bathroom into the room. She had gotten dressed already, just needed to do some touch ups on her hair. Once she has done that, it's 9, the time of the party's beginning. We lock arms, her in her silver dress, me in my sky blue one. We march down the way to the party tent, a grin on my face.

We then begin our entrance when she stops, forcing me to stop with her and look where she is. I notice the familiar blonde hair and short hot pink dress, then a pair of hazel eyes land on us, eyes widening and I know who it is... Gordon. I tug on Carla's arm, but she releases me and wlaks up to my sister, socking her in the face and yelling something before looking at House with disgust, my eyes turning away after she slapped him and returned to me.

"I'm so sor-"