He Depends on You || Porter Robinson

Part Five

"Why didn't you just tell him!?" Brigid yelled through the phone. Her face twisted in confusion over Facetime.

"I don't know...it didn't feel right. I just...I'm not ready." I said with a sheepish shrug.

"I will never understand your ability to consistently pass up the perfect moments to tell him." She said as she closed her eyes and squeezed the bridge of her nose. I let out a sigh and just chuckled in response. She was right and I didn't know what to say.

"Well it is what it is. Now can you please show me how to do this?" I said and held up a brand-new curling wand. We had a few extra hours of down-time before the group decided to head out to celebrate the end of festival season tonight. And I decided to use that time to actually put some real effort into my appearance. Brigid had agreed to act as my pseudo-stylist tonight while we caught up over a glass of wine.

I spent the next few hours carefully following Brigid's instructions for applying "beach waves" to my hair, picking out an outfit, and swatching out different shades of lipstick. I finally landed on a subtle berry shade.

"This is fucking impossible." I said through laughter as Brigid coached me in applying the lipstick.

"Well if you keep laughing it's never going to work! And the wine certainly isn't helping. This really isn't that hard." She said, trying to suppress her own laughter.

I took a deep breath and stifled the laugh forming in my chest.

"Voila!" I said triumphantly as I finally applied the final makeup touch without messing it up.

"I am so proud." Brigid said with an eye roll and soft smile.

"I look like...you." I said slowly as I studied myself in the mirror.

"I will take that as a compliment because you look great." She replied as I flipped the phone around to reveal my final full look in the mirror.

"Are you sure this dress isn't too short?" I asked and pivoted as to catch the reflection of my back-side in the mirror. My previously unworn black dress softly swinging dangerously high up the back of my thighs.

"No. It's perfect." Brigid said with a smirk, "Porter will definitely like it."

"You think?" I asked sincerely. Immediately feeling insecure about this amped up look of mine. I certainly didn't want it to look like I was trying too hard. I was usually too busy or tired to go full out when the group decided to go out. But a part of me was also curious as to what Porter would think. Immediately nerves started to form in my stomach.

"Why am I doing this?" I questioned, mostly to myself. "This isn't me."

"Kate. Stop it." Brigid said firmly, "Do you like how you look right now?"

I looked at myself in the mirror and softly cocked my head to the side. I did like how I looked. It's always fun to dress up. And thanks to Brigid, I was actually proud of my hair and makeup. And plus, this dress was doing me all the favors.

"I mean....yeah?" I said.

"Well then rock it. If you feel good, then that's all that matters."

"Well it's just that no one has really seen me all dressed up like this. What if they think it's a big funny joke or something?" I said, immediately spiraling into the worst possible scenario.

"You are being ridiculous. And plus, for once you won't be underdressed. So chug the rest of your wine and hold your head up high." Brigid ordered.

I sighed and paused before I brought my glass of wine to my lips and happily obliged.

"You're right. Thanks, B." I said. We then said our goodbyes and I quickly gathered my things to meet the rest of the crew downstairs.