Lennon.
I had been sat on the lid of my toilet for the better part of an hour, staring at my make up collection with much confusion. I wore make up everyday but the words ‘smokey eye’ or ‘contouring, highlighting and priming’ were enough to make me back away with fear. Dom probably knew more about make-up then me, he was gay but not your American teen movie cliché type, he still watched football, drank beer and burped like a pig. In other words, I wasn’t a ‘girly girl’ and he wasn’t your queen bee.
Before I could sigh and put off the date I didn’t actually want to go on anymore, I pulled open one of the drawers and settled with winged eyeliner, which was pretty much my basic day-to-day trait. Although I don’t normally pair it with deep, dark red lips. They were almost the colour of blood, almost satisfying in a weird way.
I puckered my lips one last time before unlocking the bathroom and stepping back inside my bedroom. I had already laid out my outfit, which wasn’t very imaginative or colourful.
I wanted to wear ordinary black tights but I had somehow managed to rip holes and ladders throughout all the ones I owned, therefore I had to settle with a pair, which was from a Christmas present a couple years ago from a school friend. They were nothing extraordinary; they were still black but turned see through near the top.
“Well well well, don’t you look all fancy.”
I rolled my eyes at Dom as he sat grinning smugly up at me from the sofa as I grabbed my clutch from the coffee table. I tried to ignore the other sets of eyes in the room, staring at my body, making me feel sick.
“You look like you’re going to a funeral.”
“Jason, I couldn’t give a damn what you think.”
“That attitude says you do.”
“Didn’t the landlord say no pets?” I quipped, raising an eyebrow towards Emma and back at her pet like boyfriend.
“He didn’t mean it in a bad way Len, jeez relax. I know you’re going through a dry spell, don’t take it out on him.”
I couldn’t be bothered to argue with delusional people. I hated to say it, but I was literally saved by the bell, when the ring rang through the house, signalling someone at the door. I tried to muster up a smile but somehow I think I looked like I was in pain.
Dom walked me to the door, whispering sarcastic and humorous words about the other two still in the lounge. I turned to face him at the door, offering him a small smile.
“You’ll have fun, trust me.” He beamed, too excitedly.
“I just,” I stumbled on my words. “This doesn’t seem right. He doesn’t even know me why does he want to go on a date?”
“Because he wants to get to know a pretty young girl. Now go, no more faltering. Have fun and be safe.”
“Really? The safe talk on a first date?”
“Well it has been a while, well in fact it’s been more than a while since you’ve never-“
“Fuck you Dom,” I laughed slightly before allowing him to unlock the door, greet James and force me into the coldness of a winter’s night.
“You look beautiful,” James complimented as we walked down the path – either he couldn’t drive or chose to make me freeze. I cringed at his cliché compliment but offered him a small grin nonetheless. I swallowed the lump in my throat before conjuring up a reply.
