Little Miss Innocent

Chapter 12-Stress & Silver Boxes & Stress & Chats & Stress Part 1

Could she really handle something like this?

The answer was no.

But she was going to have to.

We just needed her to keep her shit together for ten minutes. To act like she wasn't foreign to literally everything except church for ten minutes.

And if she couldn't, then what?

I ran a hand down my face.

I don't even know why I was so worried about this. Maybe because it was Marc and we really did hate him so much and want to get him back for what he did to us so bad.

But still.

If she fucks up, she fucks up.

It's only my problem if he finds out she's with us.

I shut off the water and slowly got dressed after brushing my teeth.

When I opened the door, Natalie was sitting in the bed, her legs crisscrossed, looking at me.

"You take really long showers." She noted.

"Sometimes." I said, leaning on the dresser and examining her on the bed. "How are you going to do your hair and makeup Friday?" I asked, more to myself than her.

"How would you like me to do it?" She asked, clasping her hands in front of her.

"Hmm." I said as I walked over to her and ran a hand through her hair, positioning it up to into a makeshift ponytail, leaving her hair in the back down before letting it go. "Maybe half up, half down."

I turned away from her and walked over to my closet, where I'd hung up her dress.

"What do you think would match this?" I said, holding it up.

"Maybe dark eyes and a light lipgloss." She said, shrugging. "And yeah, I think hair half up, too." She said, nodding.

"Do you need anything for Friday? Makeup? Shoes?--Oh. I forgot to get shoes." I said, realizing that I hadn't even considered them or accessories to match the dress.

"I have plenty of shoes and makeup at my house." She said, getting up from the bed and walking over to me, running a hand down the dress. "I definitely have something to match this."

"Are you sure? Because I could easily just--"

"No, it's not necessary, Trevor. Thank you." She interrupted.

"Do you want me to get you some things from your house to help you get ready for tomorrow night?" I offered.

She nodded.

"I can tell you where everything is, if you'd like to write it down or something."

I nodded and pulled out my phone, opening up notes, before looking at her expectantly.

"Do you remember the way my room is set up?" She asked, referring to the time I'd already been to her room and filled her duffle with her grandma and nun looking ass clothes that she loved so much.

"Vaguely. I do, however, remember your horrible taste in clothing." I stated.

She rolled her eyes and huffed.

"Anyways," She continued, "Go over to my vanity and open the third drawer down and take the pink makeup case, then walk into the bathroom linked to my room and grab the curling iron from under the cabinet. Are you getting all of this?" She paused to let me finish typing.

"Mhm."

"Okay, then go to my closet and on the very top shelf, you'll see a few shoe boxes. Grab the silver one and check to make sure the black heels are still in it and if not, then they'll probably be lying on the closet floor with my other heels or something." She finished.