By the time Hannah joined us we had all pretty much finished our coffees and other assortments of drinks and were just about ready to head home. Hannah grabbed a coffee to go and we walked to the underground, tube station thing. I tell you, some of the stuff in London is going to take a lot of getting used to. I’ve only ever been on the tube once before and that was when we went to New York for the weekend when I was seven. I’m not sure which I remember to be busier!
We were split up in the carriage, Hannah and I had managed to get seats, Ben, Lee and Joe were standing close to the doors and Stoo was sitting on the floor between them. I don’t know why he insisted on sitting down, there was barely enough room to stand, let alone sit on the floor!
We had about a half hour wait until we got to whatever the station was that we were getting off at. And then another twenty minute trip to get back to where Ben had parked.
“Hannah… What should I wear on a date out with Lee?” I asked her around half way back. I felt myself blushing profusely as Hannah turned to me wearing a massively smug grin.
“I knew it!” She exclaimed, earning a light hit on the shoulder from me; the guys weren’t that far away. “Sorry. But I knew it wouldn’t take him long. He may have been drunk but after he met you he was raving about you for ten minutes straight until he decided to accompany you home.”
“Ok great. Now are you going to help me? I don’t do dates! The only guys I ever really talk to are gay, or my dad’s friends for god’s sake!”
“Chill out kid! Blimey!” She laughed. “I’ll get you all sorted out when we get home.”
“Are you sure about this?” I asked her, looking at myself in the mirror. She had put me in a plain black tank top, with the top of a white one slightly visible at the top, along with a pair of red skinny jeans and original black and white converse.
“Yep, completely. You don’t want to look too formal, you’re not going anywhere really fancy. But you don’t want to look like you’re wearing your pajamas.” She grinned. “Now let me do your hair and makeup.”
“You know… I think I’m capable of doing my own thanks. I have been for several years.”
“I know. But I’m still going to do it.” She insisted, pulling the seat out from under the dresser and forcing me to sit down on it.
As she started to do my hair I glanced in the mirror, worrying about what she was doing as she got out straightening and curling irons.
“No no!” she exclaimed. She turned the mirror so I couldn’t see. “You’re not allowed to look until I’m finished. I promise you’ll love it!”
I sighed and gave in, letting her just do what she wanted and trusting her.
She began curling most of my hair, so that it was almost in ringlets instead of the slight curl my hair normally held, and straightening a few odd bits at the front and then did something at the back, which I couldn’t quite work out without seeing it. My hair took, in total, about forty five minutes, which wasn’t that bad considering how long it could have taken her. She then started on my makeup, she didn’t do much; she just added some eyeliner and mascara to my eyes, a light layer of blush and some pale lip gloss stuff. She took a small step back to look at what she had done and a grin broke out across her face.
“Ok. I’m finished.” She told me as she turned the mirror back around.
My breath caught as I looked. I actually looked quite decent for a change… she had pulled my hair back into a kind of messy bun thing, but where she had curled it even the bits hanging down looked really nice. The makeup didn’t make my face look too dark, or too fake.
It's Not A Question But A Lesson Learned In Time - Chapter Twelve
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