Spec (ON HOLD)

Chapter 12- Dinner party

Paul above! ❤️

"Spec, I've already told you, I really don't think I need to put this much make up on, it's fine." I pushed his hands away from my face.

We had spent the last two hours getting ready for my parents business dinner, it turns out that Spec's quite the artist. So he decided to do my makeup.

Worst. Mistake. I. Have. Ever. Made.

I asked him to keep it light and natural looking.

What does he do?

He puts on bright turquoise eye shadow, the colour of my dress, smoky black eyeliner, rosy blush and pink lipstick!

After asking him what the hell he was doing, he told me not to interrupt his creative juices flowing.

"No but I just need to adjust the wing!" He moved the eyeliner back towards my face.

"You have ten seconds."

He muttered a thanks before quickly flicking the eyeliner and smiling.

Spec was wearing a more casual suit. He had on black matching blazer and pants and a crisp white shirt with the top button undone.

"Done!" He announced happily.

"Can I do something to your hair now?"

I huffed.

"Do you have to?"

He looked at me like I was stupid.

"Well if you want to look even better than you do now, then yes."

I raised my eyebrows at him.

"You know Spec, your a smart guy, I would've thought that you'd figured out by now, that I honestly couldn't give a monkeys ass about how I could look better."

His eyebrows came together.

"But I care, so I'm going to do it anyway."

*•*•*•*•*

A lot of hair grips and awkward hair pulling later and Spec had finally I finished my hair.

He'd pinned up a part of the top of my hair to create a small quiff, and left a few strands surrounding my face. He'd then got the hair around the sides and twirled it backwards to the back if my hair and pinned it.

Why does he have to be amazing at everything?!

"Spec, honestly, us there anything that you can't do?"

He smirked.

"Well, I can't play the violin yet, I guess I'll have to get started..." He joked and I slapped his arm.

I smiled.

"Come on let's go downstairs."

*•*•*•*•*

Most of my parents clients and business partners had already arrived and were all mingling in the kitchen, waiting to be called into the dining room.

The living room had been transformed into a kind of disco for the kids, and lights and music were wildly through the door.

Dan was so lucky he was at college, and Cam had left this morning to 'settle in' as he put it. But we all know that he just wanted to get out of tonight.

I mean, who wouldn't? Awkward situations, with awkward conversations , stuck in a place you really don't want to be? I can't blame him for leaving.

I'd seen Vince a bit earlier in a black suit with a grey shirt, I was surprised that the shirt wasn't black really. He'd even combed his hair back.