Twdg | Luke and Nick | idk who to love...

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Hope you had a good Christmas 😊

*Saturday*

The clock struck eight as the last strand of curls hit the warmth. I wasn't quite sure if I was satisfied with the result. The straightener had seemed to strip my hair of its volume and velocity. In a word it looked... Dead. But I found that I didn't have the heart to mention my concern to Carly, who's hand was bright red from the grip, her breathing irregular and hastily.

I instead fiddled around careful with my hands, which had just been manicured earlier today. The urge to bite my nails was strong, but I found the resistance against it to cancel out the temptation. I instead ran my fingers through my new smooth hair, which was still quite warm. I carried on doing this until Carly had taken the plug out of the socket, letting one last gasp of relief escape.

"Ok, now your dress."

I pulled it up from downwards, trying to not to tear it as I let the silky material wrap its way around my hips and through my arms. Once it was roughly on, I waited, standing awkwardly as Carly began to carefully adjust the dress. I reached down, feeling the soft fabricated lilacs in my palm. They were soft, delicate, smooth... Everything I wasn't.

I suddenly felt a downward pull. I looked below to see Carly, who appeared to be literally pulling it down.

"Carly... What are you doing?"

"Just trying to adjust it... It's slightly short..." She mumbled, though if it was to herself remained unknown.

"No it's not!" I protested. This is the one and only dress that actually makes me look good. I feel comfortable, I feel like myself. I also feel quiet cosy and warm, which in this weather is a huge bonus.

Carly looked up, clearly astonished from my outburst. "Only a little bit... You might feel a bit cold..."

"No I won't." I replied, again feeling the need to defend my dress. Besides I had Luke's jacket. Oh, I still had Luke's jacket...

"Well, okay." She accepted, but I could tell that she wasn't entirely convinced.

"C'mon, let's show Lee your outfit!"

***

"Whoa, Ashley..." Dad began, stopping as bewilderment took over, "you look amazing..." He smiled, and I could've sworn that he looked as if he was about to cry.

"Thanks." I meekly smiled.

"And your hair... It reminds me of..." And once again his voice trails off, only this time from remembrance.

I signed, looking over to Carly. She shrugged a bit, with a smile that said, 'go on.'

"I look like mom, yeah I know." My mom was dark brown hair and olive skin, kinda like me. But that resemblance is based off on photos that are dated years back. Chances are that if I ever did see her know (which I won't --- EVER) she'd look a hell of a lot different.

"Yeah you do, but Ash?" He began, his tone slightly more concerned. "Don't you think that dress is... Well, a little short?"

"So it's not just me then?" Carly chuckled, but I could sense the caution heavy in her voice.

"It's probably nothing, but shouldn't you wear tights or something? It's pretty cold out --- "

"I'll be fine." I reassured them both.

"Kids these days... Why can't they be more interested in the history of our ancestors?"

"Oh, c'mon that's boring. Kids want action, drama, tension, suspense. Not some old man telling them about dead people." She chuckled.