Tales of a Music Prodegy

Dates and Doofuses

I'm sitting in Piper's makeup chair while she applies every product known to man to my face. Every once in a while she'll tell me to blink or close or open. I've started to feel like a puppet, and she's the puppet master. After applying a thick, gooey substance to my lips, she goes to work curling my hair.

"Goodluck getting it to hold, my hair does it's own thing," I say. It's the truth, last time I tried to curl my hair, I had to use so much hairspray, that it took at least six washes to get it all out, "I don't even know why you're making such a big deal about this, it's one date with a guy that I literally met by accident, when he ran into me. I'm sure it'd be totally fine if I showed up in sweatpants."

"No! How could you possibly even think about wearing sweats on a date? Even if you're married, you can't wear sweats! Have I taught you nothing?" She says, exasperated, "Don't look until I come back with the dress, I want it to be a surprise!" She walks into her closet, and I let out a long sigh. Do I really have to wear a dress? I hate them with a strong, firey passion.

"It's a picnic, Pipes, I think it's more casual than fancy," I say, hopefully convincing her to not make me wear whatever disaster she has back there.

"You're waering a dress if I have to permanently sew it to your body and supervise this date myself, Kay, so stop trying!" Dang it, usually I can weasel my way out of things like this. Looks like I'm not going to be able to do that this time. She comes back out with a dress behind her. She whips it around to show me, and I almost throw up. It's a white dress with a lace top, and ends just below my butt. The back is super low cut, and there is a giant bow on the back. Basically, it's a look-I'm-desperate-for-attention oufit, and I'm not wearing it.

"Piper Daniels, there is no way that I am ever putting that thing on, it is way too short!" I say, in disbelief. How could she ever even hav that in her closet, let alone want me to wear it.
"Kayla trust me, it looks shorter than it is."
"No. I refuse to wear it. I'm just wearing my usual, band tee and jeans, and if he doesn't like it then he can walk out the door of my life. But there is no way that that thing is ever going on my body."
"Fine, you don't havr to wear this, but you can't go in what you usually wear, it'll look trashy on a date. Like you don't care."
"Ugh, fine." I walk over to my overnight bag, and grab a Fall Out Boy t-shirt and pull it on. Then I walk into her closet, grab a black skirt, short but not too short, and pull it on as well. I walk out and show her the finished look. "Take it, or leave it, 'cause it's the best you're going to get."
"I guess it'll do, but don't blame me if it all tumbles downhill, because you don't care."
"If he likes me, he'll like me for me, not for what I am wearing." With that I pull on my black hightops, take one last look in the mirror, and walk down the stairs.
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I am sitting on my couch with my earbuds in listening to Paramore and surfing the Internet, when I hear the doorbell ring. I get up earbuds still in and dance to the door. Still bopping around I let, who I assumed was Piper's mom into the house, in. I continued dancing like an idiot with my back to the door, until I heard laughter. But it wasn't Mrs. Daniels's laughter. It was a boy's laughter. I whip around to see Aaron cracking up, and I feel my cheeks go hot.
"That was perfect. You know I thought you were one of those snobby, stuck up girls, but I was obviously wrong."
I laugh along with him, and he links his arm through mine.
"You ready?" He asks.
"Ready as I'll ever be," I smile and we walk towards the door, "BYE PIPES SEE YA IN A BIT!" I shout as we walk out. Tonight is going to be great. I hope.
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Aaron and I walk up a huge hill overlooking the Golden Gate Bridge. There is a basket and a picnic blanket set up, along with a small CD player.
"What do you want to listen to?"
"Do you have any All Time Low or Fall Out Boy in there?" I ask, a little distracted by the view. I could see the pier off in the distance and the bridge farther out. It's so pretty up here. he puts a CD in and ATL's Straight to DVD comes on. he sits down next to me and pulls out his phone. HIS PHONE!
"So what is your favorite thing to do in your free time?" I ask trying to spark a conversation.
"Play video games," he responds. then there is a long, awkward silence. Can't this boy talk? He seemed so much like me at school.
"We seem to like the same music," I state, leafing through the book of CDs. He's still doing things in his phone, how rude can you be? We haven't even eaten yet, and I'm ready to go home. I'm over this douche.
"You know, I'm just gonna go. This isn't going to work out, sorry," I say, and I stand up and brush the grass off of my skirt.
"What? Why?" He asks, finally putting his phone down.
"Obviously, your phone is more important to you than this date is. So why don't you take the ego down a few thousand notches and stop thinking that you can do whatever and say whatever and girls will still chase after you. Maybe some will, but I'm not one of them. Honestly, I feel bad for whoever does chase after you Aaron Carters. I feel so bad. Have a good life. Goodbye." With that I walk down the hill, and my brain keeps telling me to look back. I refuse, but finally give in and look. He's already started packing up to leave. I should have known. I turn, and sit on the curb. I pull out my iPhone and call the one person who I can truly trust.
"Hello?"
"Andy, I need you to come and get me from Perkins Park." I end the call and wait.

A/N
Who hates Aaron??? I do!!!! But I promise something good comes out of this.
Update: Saturday
Love Ya to pieces ~Ally 😘