Lovestruck (EDITING)

5: Nothing That Can't be Fixed ✔︎

I step into Shana's perfectly decorated bedroom where she's laying on her stomach on her queensized bed, typing on her phone. I place the diet cokes on her nightstand before dropping to the floor beside her.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I ask, resting my head on the side of her bed next to her.

"Not even a little bit." She rolls onto her side to face me and grins. I smile back at her as she reaches her hand over and pulls the hair tie from my messy bun.

"Hey!" I yell as my knotted brown hair falls onto my shoulder, probably looking even worse than it did this morning. 

Shana just stares at me in amusement for a moment before jumping up and disappearing into her bathroom.

"It's bad, isn't it?" I sigh and pull at it playfully before shuffling over to the mirror to examine the matted mess on top of my head.

"Nothing that can't be fixed." Shana appears behind me, clutching a hair brush in one hand and a straightener in the other, with a mischevious grin on her face that hasn't changed since we were kids.

It's the same grin that was there when we were twelve and she was putting chewing gum in girlfriend number one's hair, leading to a horrible haircut which ultimately resulted in girlfriend number two. It was there when girlfriend number four discovered the chemically smell of nair in her shampoo bottle, after already using it, and again in sophomore year when girlfriend number seven and eight "coincidentally" ran into each other at the mall and realised that they may have overlapped at some point. Shana knows I hate to stand out, so seeing that calculating grin aimed at me tells me she has something extreme planned.

Before I can hesitate, Shana's pushing me into her desk chair, dragging the hair brush through my hair and laughing wildly as I wince and complain. It's over quickly, though, and she plugs in the straightener to tame the frizzy mess created by her aggressive brushing. As she continues to work, I pull my phone from my bag. One new message from my mom.

*Forgot to tell you this morning, we have some old friends visiting tomorrow night. Will you be home?*

I have no idea what old friends she's talking about, but I decide to avoid awkward encounters by staying out of the house.

*Probably not. Don't have too much fun without me xx*

"Hey, what are you doing tomorrow?" I ask Shana, who's still only half way through with straightening my hair.

"No plans. We can just hang out at the mall or something, if you want?" She responds, too distracted by the difficult task of taming my mane to provide any further detail.

I nod and look down at my phone as the screen lights up with a new message.

*Okay. Be safe xx*

I smile, placing my phone down on the desk in front of me, and look up into the mirror to see a stranger staring back at me. My dark, usually messy hair actually looks nice. It's parted down the middle and falls straight at either side of my face. The transformation from before to after is insane. I give Shana a grateful smile, both thanking her and complimenting her work at once, before standing to walk over to my bag.

"Wait, I don't have any makeup with me." I think out loud, turning to Shana, who has started straightening her own beachy blonde waves.

"Mine's in the second drawer of my desk. Just use whatever you need." She nods her head in the direction of her desk and returns her focus to her hair.

I walk over to the desk and open the second drawer. It's stocked full of makeup, organised perfectly into different sections for different parts of the face, making my small collection at home seem even more pathetic. I take a few items into Shana's all white bathroom and begin to work on making myself look slightly more alive.

I begin by washing off the remaining eye makeup from this morning with the cool tap water and patting my face dry with a white towel. Once my face is clean, I go through the few items I brought with me into the bathroom. Thankfully, Shana and I have similar skin tones in the summer and her concealer works perfectly to hide my dark under eye circles, even better than my own concealer. I use a liquid eyeliner along my top lash line and wing it out, smiling contently when both sides are almost perfectly even before using an eye pencil along my bottom lash line.

I almost poke myself in the eye with the mascara wand when Shana swings opens the door and walks in, her long golden hair perfectly straight with her long bangs twisted and pinned back. She takes the concealer from the bench with a smile and starts on her own makeup.

"What are you going to wear?" I watch in awe as Shana sweeps powder under her eyes and coats her long lashes with mascara. She puts me and my clumsy makeup application to shame.

"Hmm... I haven't decided yet." She turns and gives me a smile, her makeup flawless. "Deciding is all the fun."

And before I can even blink, I'm being dragged into Shana's huge closet to play dress up.

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