Will Never Settle For A Quileute Boy

Take Life In

Take Life In

I had been sitting in front of the mirror for about an hour, staring at a makeup pallet, trying to figure out just what color to use. It was clear that I had no idea what I was doing, and the longer I stared, the more I didn't want to go.

The dress I picked out had been laying at the end of my bed, while the heels I was wearing with them had been next to it. I didn't understand why that had been easier than applying makeup. And as I continued to stare at the outfit, I realized just how much I didn't know anything about being a girl. And that going to this party was a big mistake. Although I was thinking about makeup, dresses, shoes, and hair. I felt like I failed at being a girl, since I clearly had no idea what I should do with myself. How did I let myself get this far in my life where I had no idea what to do.

Maybe it was because I didn't think makeup was beneficial to my life. Some girls used their faces as a canvas whereas I preferred using an actual canvas.

"Hey, mom?!" I shouted into the hallway. Usually, I kept my bedroom door open, and my vanity being right next to it, I didn't have to move a muscle. And it would mean that mom would have been able to hear me clearly.

And with way she ran into the room, I think she thought I was dying. I admired her concern, although the gesture made me laugh.

"What is it sweetie, what's wrong?!" She looked throughout my room, and noticed all the things that had never been there before. She had already forgotten I went shopping which was something I would honestly do, I was sort of thankful I did though, I wouldn't have had anything to wear if I hadn't. So it worked out in the end.

"I need help," I pouted. I never see my mother wear makeup, the only exception was when she went out with dad. But even then he never likes her wearing makeup, he didn't mind it of course but he thought that she didn't have to take the extra measures to impress him. He always said her natural beauty was what made him fall in love with her in the first place. But if she wanted to wear makeup, he wasn't going to complain about it. "Actually, I need to be saved."

She continued to look at the dress and heels before she looked at me. Then the biggest smile had been slapped across her face.

"I have been waiting for this day." Her eyes squinted excitedly. She hopped in front of me for a quick second, grabbing the eyeshadow palette with the many colors and one of the little brushes I had bought. She immediately started applying it to my eyelids. She lifted my chin, and continued to apply different colors to my eyes, and although I had no idea what she was doing, I needed as much help as I could get.

"I don't know how I got talked into going to this stupid party." I confessed. I mean, it wasn't like there were going to be any interesting people there, and it was already most likely no one was going to notice me. Being just an artist who didn't really care about standing out or fitting in, the only person who really noticed the brilliant person I was, was Paul. And for a while I had been okay with that, but now, it was my first party. I would at least like to grab the attention of one person. I didn't want to be the wallflower to everyone's lives tonight.

It wasn't like I was going to drink until I was wasted and start jumping on table tops, dancing to some sexual song. I just wanted to have people remember I was there. Just for the night.

And so that I could be invited to more parties, just so I could decline them evilly.

"Well maybe your friends are just trying to help, you know, get you to try new things." She spoke softly while she concentrated.

"But I don't want to try anything new, I just want my best friend, my art, and my movies." I whined. I pushed out my bottom lip as my mother finished up my eyes with shadow. She grabbed the liquid eyeliner and began applying the wet substance onto my heavy eyelids. After that, she applied mascara. I really hadn't been use to makeup, at all because that alone made me flinch. Which brought me back to Jacob literally knocking me off of my feet. All because I was protecting Paul.