𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐘𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃 [𝐌.𝐌]

-II-

"No, I can't take that." Amber stubbornly said, handing it back. She didn't want to have to owe her something in the future, she didn't want to owe anybody anything. "Girl! Just take it as a gift. No budget. Go have fun tomorrow!" She laughed, clenching it tightly into Amber's hand.

Amber didn't want her to leave on bad terms, so she eventually gave in. "Fine, now get your fat asses out my house." She laughed, hugging them. They more then willingly left, but not before sparking up some jokes about Amber fucking Eminem.

"You go to that restaurant, and you'll end up knocked up with Shady's baby!" Mack called, clearly drunk on one can of beer. Amber rolled her eyes at them, as they hopped into Bella's car.

After they were well gone Amber took a seat on the couch, rubbing her thumbs over the debit card. Why was I so excited for tomorrow?

She woke up to the squawk of pigeons on the power line opposite her house. It was only 8am, but it was hard for her to sleep last night. I was actually going to be getting some nice clothes for a change, even if tonight would be the only night I wear them, it was still exciting.

Amber got a bus ride, to the nearest mall. It's been a while since she had been too one actually, at least five months or so. Although it was a Wednesday, the mall was still bustling with adults and children alike. Queues were going on for miles for smaller shops, but the shops she intending to visit were much quieter.

The first shop she entered was a formal wear shop. They sold everything from simple dresses, to wedding gowns. She neither wanted a simple outfit, nor a gown. All she really wanted was a dress that was classy, but not over the top. That was fancy, but not as if it were a date. Because it was anything but that.

Eventually, she left said shop with a black dress that was just above the knees. It was made of an expensive velvet like fabric, they felt almost like the texture of some fancy curtains you'd see on TV or in the past times. She also bought an authentic white leather jacket that she could wear over it.

There wasn't much else that she wanted to buy now, she didn't want to blow $2000 dollars off of Angela's card, even if she probably had triple that amount, no more. All she really wanted now was a little bit of Jewellery, some shoes and maybe her hair and makeup done?

She walked into yet another shop and bought some black heels, to match the dress. Amber also bought a black ring and a black necklace. Along side a pair of black studs for her pierced lobes. Once it came too makeup, the prices were extremely expensive, not to mention the lines were almost leading out of the mall. She finally decided on grabbing some makeup from the drugstore, it wasn't like she lived under a rock, she knew how to apply some basic makeup.

The hairdressers were surprisingly cheap, they cut her hair and curled the ends for $30. She hadn't even got her outfit and makeup on, and she already looked completely different.

As soon as she got home, she began getting ready. She put on the dress, and added some translucent stockings in which she'd had hidden in her drawer for special occasions. Then she continued to put on the shoes, jacket and Jewellery that had been bought earlier today.

Now was the difficult part. The makeup. It wasn't like she usually went out anywhere that required her to wear amazing makeup so her skills were rusty, but she'd always had a steady hand so getting the makeup straight wouldn't be too difficult. She added some gentle winged liner, and added some dark eyeshadow. Her lips were already pink and plump enough, so she didn't see any need in using any product on them. She quickly used a bit of mascara, and had a couple of sprays of perfume and was ready to go.

She stood under her porch, gripping her black handbag with my hands. She wasn't nervous as such too meet him, but was more nervous that she wouldn't leave a good impression on her boss. She needed this job so his thoughts on her were the main thing she needed to focus on. But in all honesty, if money wasn't on the line, she wouldn't give a single fuck about what he thinks of her.

A couple of minutes later, a black van pulled up in front of her house. This must be the transport he hired to pick her up in. She opened the door slowly, and climbed onto the leather seats. The only person in the car besides herself was the driver, he said a brief hello then she was surrounded with silence and an awkward tension.

The car had a strong smell of cigarettes and alcohol, I wonder if Marshall spends his time in here? She thought to herself, trying to cover her nose with her palm. Within, ten minutes they'd reached their destination. The fanciest restaurant in the city.

She then said a quick thank you to the driver and exited the vehicle. The outside of the restaurant had authentic holly bushes, and had a board with the menu on. The prices of the drinks cost more then what an average meal would cost at a normal restaurant.

The man standing by the entrance greeted her warmly, kindly taking her jacket off of her hands. His colleague, a woman who was similar age to Amber guided her through the already quiet restaurant into a more private area.

It was safe to say she was happy in a way that she was in a private area. The last thing she wanted was her name on the news tabloids tomorrow morning. The private area was full of red leather chairs, and had a black carpet. It created a contrast, but a good one at that.

Upon seeing his face, he looked different to what she could of imagined. His hair was smooth like always, but he was wearing a suit, something she'd never seen him wearing. The suit was black, and he gave her a smile as she approached the table.

His blue eyes flickered as the waitress lit a candle at their table before leaving. He smiled again, but not a warm genuine smile this time, a sly flirtatious smile. Amber took her seat opposite him and tried to be as respectful as possible.
But why did he have to make it so difficult?

(I'm really getting into writing now- who knew it'd be this fun?)