Before You Go

01

"Get up Ema!"

Hannah defeatedly screams as she frantically goes through her closet.

"What is the hurry, Hannah? There are like 2 hours left till the game. Besides, I don't want to go anyway" I try to make my eyes look big and blink at her like a baby.

And she smacks my head. Classic.

Next moment I feel her firmly hold me by shoulders and spin me and sit me down on the chair in front of the mirror.

"Oh c'mon, make up, really? It's just a game"

She smacks me again.

"Look honey, no offence, but I am not going to a game AND a party with you looking like a potato that just rolled of the bed"

"Ouch, that hurt. Are you even my friend?"

"Shut up and let me work my magic"

There is no use fighting her. So I sigh and let her ruin my face with her brushes and powders and sponges.

Oops, where are my manners. Let me fill you in real quick while I get my make up done.

Hello, my name is Ema Rose and right now I am letting this violent girl that I tend to call my best friend, Hannah Amber, drag me to a football game. Which, may I add, is very unlikely for me because I'd rather be reading than out hollering on a field but well, let's just say I am too tired to even put up a fight today.

That's it for now.

There you go, now you are up to date.

Smack.

"Huh? You were saying something?" I squint at Hannah, like an 80 year old.

"Was I saying something?! I have been  screaming at your face for like last 3 minutes" She scowls.

Oopsie, guess I got too distracted.

"Oh....Well what was it you were saying again?"

"I said, your make up is done. Natural and minimal."

I look at myself. And scrunch up my nose. Isn't make up supposed to make you look like the goddess version of yourself? I just look like myself. What did she even do?

"Oh well, completely natural looking. I can't even understand what you did with the make up" I try to hold in the grin making it's way up to my face.

Smack. Again.

"Okay young lady, you need to calm down with all that violence and go get ready. Aren't you supposed to work your magic on yourself?"

"Shit" Her eyes bulge in horror and her face goes white. I gasp and look around to try to find this ghost she is mortified of. Nope. Nothing.

"What? Have I suddenly turned into a Gorilla?" I ask, genuinely worried what's bothering her.

"There's only one and a half hour left."

I sigh. 

Oh Hannah dear. You scared me.

"Exactly, now go get ready" I say, shoving her towards her dress that has been laying on her bed since the morning.

She hurriedly disappears into the bathroom and roll my eyes. She is too much some times, but I love her.

I met her when I was 12. She was a shy, little girl on her first day of school and the only bench left for her to sit was beside me. I must say, I wasn't very fond of her at first but we warmed up to each other. (Plus I had a crush on her brother so........) But the fact is that crush is not an ongoing matter now. What matters is we're best friends and love each other. Oh what a fairytale!

I am smile and my eyes flick up to the opening bathroom door.

And there is the goddess herself. Ms. Hannah Amber.

She struts out of the bathroom in all her "black dress" glory and makes me glance at myself in the mirror. And cringe.

"What time is it?" She says, her forehead folded up into creases.

"6.30ish?" 

"Oh no, we're late. James will be here any moment."

For those of you who don't know, James Asher is Hannah's boyfriend. They pretty much look like the power couple, except the fact that they aren't, which I am very grateful for. At least they are not all that arrogant.

Soon after Hannah says this, we hear a car pull up outside the door and Hannah's phone chimes.

"Yep, he's here" she says, looking at her phone.

And then she turns into wind. In no matter of time, she is out of thee room, grabbing her jacket and keys and seeing if her make up is intact.

While I, myself, take my own sweet time dragging myself to James' car.

I quietly mumble a hi to James while he is busy gawking Hannah. She slides into the seat beside him while I sit in the back.

And they start getting mushy.

Oh dear, what have I gotten myself into.