Holy Grail (discontinued)

XI. Surprise

A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I kind of lost motivation (and school), but I've found it again, and am excited for this story! 

Silly of me to think that the dinner would be something intimate.

“Luci, let’s go,” he shouts impatiently from by the door of the tour bus. He wouldn’t let me stay with him in the hotel last night, despite now knowing that he has a room. And I guess it didn’t matter all that much that he came back in to the bus to cuddle with me in my bunk for a few hours before leaving. I didn’t even bother arguing with him when he got up to leave; when he thought I was asleep.

I was hoping he would show me he really was sorry by just staying with me for a night. But no such luck.

I guess despite knowing in the back of my mind that I need to leave, part of me hopes that he’ll make me change my mind.  But he seems to do just the opposite, no matter how sorry he claims to be.

He brought me another dress to wear this morning for the dinner tonight. It’s a bit more modest than the last one, being loose and white. It’s covered in lace again-I think he likes lace, with a thin black belt around the waist. Along with it are black wedges, which luckily, aren’t too high. He even had someone come in to do my hair and makeup.

“So, you ever straighten your hair?” The woman asks me. The bleach blonde can’t be any older than 35. “Because I think straight hair would look phenomenal with this dress, along with a smokey eye.”

“Uh, yeah. Maybe once or twice, but not often. I’ve got a lot of hair and don’t really feel like it ever.”

“Hmm…makes sense.” She runs a strip of my hair through the metal plates, followed by another; she’s moving fairly quickly. “So you and Luke…are you together, or…? I mean, since he asked me to come here last minute especially for you, and wouldn’t take no for an answer when I told him I was incredibly busy with the others, it just seemed...” she trails off. “But I didn’t want to ask him details-he seemed a little stressed out about the dinner. And I didn’t want to assume the two of you are together, because you know what they say when you assume. So I figured I’d hear it straight from the horse’s mouth. The other horse, that is.”

Ah, well if it isn’t the million dollar question that even the band’s personal hairstylist and makeup artist can’t quite figure out the answer to. Well, join the club. “Um…yeah.” I shouldn’t have this much trouble answering this question about someone I’ve been with exclusively for six months.

Was I supposed to say yes? Oh well, if I get in trouble later, I’ll just have to deal with it. Wouldn’t be the first time.

“That’s lovely. He really is a nice guy. And you seem to be a nice girl, and absolutely gorgeous, by the way.” Right. I thought he was a nice guy too, but you never really know someone, do you? Though I can’t deny, he has his sweet, adorable, shy, cute and funny moments. And that’s the part of him I fell for... and am struggling to leave behind.  

She doesn’t say anything, quickly getting through my hair and moving on to my makeup.

“That’s a beautiful-close your eyes- dress there. How long have you been planning for this?” She jokes, running the brush across my eyelid.

“Actually, I just found out about it yesterday.”

“Oh. That’s—hm. That’ strange considering how--”

“What’s taking so long? We’re gonna be late,” Luke comes stumbling back into the bus, running a hand through his perfectly quiffed hair.

“Just a minute, Luke. I mean, she’s got a lot of natural beauty, but s’not easy, considering I have to take care of that nasty lip -no offense, love.” None taken; I can only imagine how it looks-I haven’t exactly been jumping in front of every mirror I come across to examine it close up.  “And stop running your hand through your hair. I worked hard on that quiff.”