"So what are we doing tonight?" I popped a cherry into my mouth. "Whatever I guess." Justin shrugged. "You--" His phone rang, interrupting me. He held his finger up, telling me to wait.
"Are you kidding me?...Oh, yeah...whatever, I didn't care anyways... There was practically six figures riding on this... I just lost so much money because he... Bryan, listen..." Justin walked out of the room.
I sat back in the sofa, thinking of the promise Justin had made me last week. I wondered if he even remembered. He came back the next minute. "Tonight's plans are cancelled," He said. Okay, so he did remember. "So what are we going to do tonight?" I asked.
"I have an idea." He beamed. I looked at him, my eyebrows raised. "We should all go out. We could go to dinner and then hit up a club."
"Why not? I thought it was one way to live tonight."
"Well, because if go with you people will keep spreading rumors and..."
"Think about it, Pidge. We'd be going to a club... full of scantily clad women... drinking. People should get the message." I sighed. For once, he made sense.
"Should we check on Luke?" I asked, changing the subject.
"He'll be okay." Justin said.
"What do you want to do now?" Justin leaned forward and looked me in the eyes. "Um... I don't know." I sighed. "Let's go talk to Allie because I usually only do things with her."
"And say what?" Justin ate another cherry.
"Well, Allie and Luke got into a big argument yesterday so maybe we can..." I said slowly.
"They were arguing over us, you know?"
"I know. I'm just saying that I could talk to her so that Luke won't go around doing regrettable shit- I mean things!" I corrected myself. Justin chuckled. "And so now Miss Innocent has finally cussed."
"I'm not Miss Innocent!" I scoffed. I didn't know if it was an insult, but I took it as one anyways. He laughed. "It's not bad." I rolled my eyes. I stood up and fixed my pj shirt. "Where are you going?" He asked.
"To take a shower," I said.
"Can I come with you?" He winked.
"Sure," I grinned. His eyes lit up. "When I'm dead." I added.
"You say that now..." He muttered just barely loud enough to hear.
"Oh, try me." I rolled my eyes, again. He broke into a short fit of laughter.
I slipped into the bathroom, and began undressing after I turned the water on. While I was showering someone knocked on the door. "What?" I said loudly enough so the boy on the other side of the door could hear. "I gotta take a piss." Justin said. "Are you serious?" I yelled, shutting off the water. I was done washing my hair and body, but I just liked to stand under the warm running water.
"No, of course not. I just decided to interrupt your shower because I thought it would be funny. Yes, I'm serious!"
"Okay; I'm going." I wrapped the towel around my dripping body. I grabbed my clothes, and opened the door. I glared at Justin before I let him in. He winked at me before closing the door. I rolled my eyes back.
I walked into Justin's bedroom to change. I locked the door behind me and then began changing. I slipped my white Chuck Taylors on lastly. I brushed my hair, after I dried it. I pulled it into a ponytail and then put my glasses on. Oh, God. I looked like I did when I was in eighth grade. I was wearing a red flannel shirt, and ripped skinny jeans. I didn't look what others would refer to as "gorgeous" or "beautiful", but I didn't have the grunge look going on for me.
"Don't you look stunning?" Justin acknowledged me when I walked into the room.
I looked down, blushing ever so slightly. I turned and saw that Luke was pretty much glowing. "Why are you so happy?" I asked.
"Al-" Luke began.
"let me save you the long story." Justin began. "They made up."
"Oh," I said. "No make up sex this time." I muttered. I sat down, and watched whatever the boys were watching. It was a crime show, one of my favorite kinds of shows.
"I called it! I knew it was her best friend!" I jumped up from my seat. "You're really into this this." Justin observed with a chuckle. "Yep," I said. The show ended a good two minutes later, and then someone knocked on the door another minute later.
"Come in!" Justin howled, walking out of the kitchen into his room.
"Sup, children?" Allie said, coming in.
"Hey," I smiled. "Hi!" She beamed back. I left after that because I could only imagine what they were going to do.
I walked to Justin's room. I opened the door.
"Perfect timing," Justin winked and then grinned as he yanked a shirt on. I ignored him and laid down on the bed, staring up at ceiling. I could feel Justin staring at me. It was... weird, I guess is the best word. He had done it a million times before, but it felt different now. And, I don't know why.
"What time are we going to go out and eat?" I asked, turning my head to see him.
"Excited, eh?" He winked at me... again.
"No," I rolled onto my stomach, "I just want to know... it's for Allie mostly. She is the one who pretty much dresses me up."
"You should wear that pink sweater again." he suggested.
"It's up to her." I shrugged. "Well, then I best get to telling her." He joked. We talked for a while more. It was actually longer than a "while". We talked until it came time to get ready. Luke decided that we should just eat in the apartment, and save the money for later, so that's what we did.
"Wear this." Allie threw me a short, black cocktail dress. I looked at it, and just put it on. "Justin told me to put that pink sweater on you." Allie said. He actually asked?! "Did he really?" I asked. "Yeah," She said handing me a pair of black heels. I studied them, wondering how I was going to walk in them.
"It was weird." She admitted. "Sit." She said. I sat in the chair in front of the mirror. "I think I'm going to pull your hair into one of those chic type of ponytail. They're actually more punk than chic." I had no idea what she was talking about.
She played around with my hair while we continued talking.
"Has he tried anything?" Allie asked. Well, he held me in his arms last night so that I could fall asleep, if that is what you mean. "nope." I answered.
"Oh, that's..." She didn't finish. "Hair: done." She said, putting the curling wand down. My hair was pulled back in a ponytail, like Allie said she would do. She curled the ends of caramel colored hair. She had teased in the front a little to"give it volume" as Allie said. She did a few other things that I didn't pay attention to, but I was aware of her doing so if that makes sense.
"Now your make up; do you want to do it yourself?" she asked. I let her do it for me because I knew she wanted to. She loved dressing me up like I was one of her dolls, and I was okay with it, honestly. It was a luxury for me.
"Close your eyes," She commanded. She smeared some sort of black eyeshadow across both of my eye lids. She did my mascara, and put other cosmetic products on my face as she continued rambling on about how Anthony had gotten Kimberly pregnant. I still didn't know a lot of people. I mostly just stayed within my group that consisted of Luke, Allie, and Justin.
"Okay, I'm done!" I could hear the smile in Allie's voice. I opened my eyes, and looked at myself in the mirror. I thought for sure I was going to look like some prostitute or something, but I didn't. My eye make up was dramatic. "It's called a smokey eye." Allie said. I nodded.
I stood up, and thanked her. I flattened out the skirt of my dress, and watched Allie do the same process to herself. She curled her hair, letting her blonde curls bounce and cascade down her back. She did her makeup. I could tell she was excited about tonight.
"How much longer do we have to wait?" Justin asked, annoyance perfectly clear in his voice.
"We're done." Allie answered, putting on her shoe.
"The anticipation is killing us." Luke added. Us? Why would Justin be anticipating anything?
Allie stood up and hooked her arm through mine. I was thankful for it too. I didn't have much practice with any type of shoes that had "extra height" I always aimed to be as close to the ground as possible.
It was a lesson I learned as a freshman. It was my winter formal. I was in a relationship with Tucker. I was wearing these four inch heels that my aunt had gotten my for my birthday the year before. When Tucker saw me... let's just say he wasn't too pleased with my decision to wear the shoes. He waited until we were in the parking lot of the high school to say something. Words were said. He got extremely angry, and pushed me. I fell backwards into ice and broke my ankle. He apologized immediately after he realized what he had done, and I forgave him. I would just never be able to forgive him for what unraveled the next year.
"You okay?" Allie asked.
"Huh? Oh, yeah." I answered. "Okay," She said slowly. We walked out, and their jaws legitimately dropped. Once we got close enough, Justin said, "Nuh uh, Pigeon. You need to change."
"What? Why?" Allie asked. "I think she looks hot."
"Yeah, and everybody else will be thinking that." Justin crossed his arms.
"I can take care of myself. I don't need you worrying about me." I said. He stopped talking, and Luke grabbed his keys. "Let's go." Allie left me for Luke. I knew it was going to happen. I could make it down 20 or so steps. Justin closed the door behind us. I slowly walked down the first three steps watching Allie confidently and safely make it down.
"Need help?" Justin whispered from behind me. "Yeah, actually." I laughed nervously. He smiled and took my left hand in his left. He placed his right hand on my waist, holding me securely all the way down (which made the hair on the back of my neck stand.)
We sat in our usual arrangement: Allie and Luke in the front, and Justin and me in the back. "You look incredibly attractive, you know?" Justin whispered in my ear.
"You can't say that." I retorted.
"because 'just friends' don't tell friends how attractive they look."
"Well, what if I don't want to be 'just friends'?" He challenged.
"Then I guess we wont be friends at all."
"I just don't want any guy there thinking you're an easy lay." Justin said. "The dress... I'm talking about your dress." he added. I sighed. "I appreciate your concern, but I don't think it's necessary."
"Trust me; you don't know how horny the bastards around here are." His face was extremely close to my face as he whispered to me. I knew that if I just turned my head little more to the left my lips would be on his. I moved back a little. "I care about you, Pigeon." Justin whispered to me.