"I hugged him without thinking of my bubbles, my arms around his torso both of us chuckling at his poor attempt to support and get one knowing that we don't have everyone but each other. It's the first time I've ever hugged a guy and it felt so warm, so good I want to curl my toes." Lenox Tillman, The Alpha's Luna.
*Lenox Tillman*
I'll probably have an anxiety attack. I was so nervous and with every open and close of the main door downstairs makes me anxious more and more.
At least do it silently!
I thought.
More people are arriving and more people will.
"Geez. Relax. It's not like they bite and-" Chaz tried to reassure. Key word; tried, because he bursted into loud guffaws immediately. Him and Ryan had been enjoying these secret jokes of them and it makes me want to kick them hard to their groin which is so open with their sit. They're enjoying watching me in pain.
I've thanked them anyway earlier for being there (or so I thought) but they thought it was an invitation in the room and not a sentiment for them to just continue their video games.
"No one bites." Ryan said, then he whispered, "Not unless you want them to." but he was loud and I know I was meant to hear it. They began laughing again. They're the closest thing I had for brothers but these bastards are driving me nuts.
The two girls, three if Moona's included, are in different rooms to prepare themselves, too. It makes me feel better knowing I'm not the only nervous about this. Ryan and Chaz are here because their girlfriends thought I might need distraction. Well, it kind if works, if you call that great-urge-to-kick-them-to-their-groin a distraction which I still have a good access on by the way. Oh and also there's another tempting idea; stab my eyes with the eyeliner of Titania.
They've been bugging me from hour one.
I'm fine with them being here but they are so talkative. Everyone's easier to handle in small doses.
"So how is our star of the night?" Alex beamed emphasizing the letter 't'. He's my artist for the day wearing a simple shirt and pants with a cap.
"Pretty dying of anxiety. I could hear her heartbeat loud and clear." Chaz volunteered. My tongue felt numb and fat removing my ability to speak.
"Don't be nervous, dear Len. They'll love you after I'm done with you. Heck, even you go out in a trash bag, they will still." He commented holding the boys to their shoulder and when they are outside the room, he kicked them square to their butts ushering them far from here, from bugging me. Probably, he knows what those two's been doing to me.
"They can be jerk sometimes, but they're good kids." he motioned for me to sit on one of the monoblock chair.
"Sure." I snorted. I've grown comfortable with him. We met like two days ago and we started.getting along since then.
Chaz and Ryan are nice, I know. I've been around for long and we bond. Especially Chaz, who calls me his 'Homie'. I will just not give them the satisfaction of admitting to people.
"So, let's start." he began putting whatever you call those on my face and cheeks. I'm pretty sure one of those is foundation.
"I like how naturally flushed your cheeks are but I have to cover those stress on your face so people can't see it. Your bags specifically." I haven't sleep well in months because of these things and everytime George and my parents sleep at home, she's having her attack. Always. She's getting worse.
I smiled don't know what to say. He'd told me that already when we first met, I don't know if he forgot or he just felt the need to compliment me again.
"Close your eyes and don't open them nor blink." seconds later he began rubbing something and when he was satisfied, he warned, "Don't move your eyes beneath." he came closer, I could feel his breath, then my right eyelid felt cold and he put the fake eyelashes. He did the same to my left one.
"Don't open them yet until I say so." he continued to my eyebrows, brushing them and then to my lips.
We agreed that he won't touch my face. Like not plucking my eyebrows out. He said my eyebrows are fine so he doesn't have to do such thing to them.
"Try to relax. You'll sweat out."
After torturous hours, we're done and he was telling me to dress.
He wasn't moving from his spot so I asked, "Where?". He rolled his eyes and pointed at my spot. Of course he's a gay but still
"I can't let you dress alone. You might ruin your make up in the process. And besides, I have those, too." he joked.
Awkwardly, I stripped leaving me in my new underwear that Oberona told to use on this night. He was standing on the sturdy wooden chair and began dropping the gown to me from my raised hands, shoulders until I'm fully dressed. He zipped its back and turned around. The gown was heavy and thick but I'm still cold. The moon's been ruling the sky for minutes and stars start to appear.
"I don't have to do much. You're naturally lovely."
"Like hours of make-up isn't much." I replied sarcastically.
"Oh believe me. Usually it takes me three to five hours to other girls."
There were knocks on the door and we simultaneously said "Come in."
There stood the two most beautiful star in a night sky, Oberona and Titania.
They were both gorgeous with their blonde locks let down in small curls. Oberona's in a green gown while Titania is in a blue one emphasizing every curves of their fine bodies.
Gasps filled the room from me and both of them.
"You look gorgeous." I told them as they told me at the same time.
Titania squealed, an unfamiliar but pleasant sound to hear.
"Has she seen herself?" she asked to Alex who was busily packing his materials.
"She won't even look at her shadow's reflection in the mirror." Alex said in disappointment.
"No. Oh no, girl. You don't just let this night pass without you facing a mirror." Oberona sashayed.
"C'mere." Titania pulled my arms to the corner of the room where a whole body mirror awaits.
I gasped again, this time in disbelief. Not because of the beautiful blonde but because of the brunette one. The one who was wearing a black and white gown which twinkles when it reflects a light.
My hair that had reached my butt is now only until my midback because of the wavy curls it emitted. Some hair were glued in front of me. It was in a half up-and-down hair do. There is a beautiful silver hair comb where Alex tied half of my hair up. My lips are slightly pinkish and and eyelashes are long enough that cause shadows on my cheeks. Well, fake eyelashes.
It was noisy outside and after moments, I heard Jeremy, father of Justin who also owns this huge mansion where the party will be held, greet them and started talking about the party.
"Be ready. You'll be out in a minute." Titania told me running her hand up and down my back to ease my anxiety.
I took a deep breathe and nod my head.
Justin and I met at the doorway which where we'll do our grand entrance and the two couples disappeared in the crowd downstairs.
"Try to relax. I could hear your heartbeat." Justin said fixing his bowtie. The latter sentence sounded so familiar.
So much for being best friends.
"I might pass out. Seriously. Or puke all over them. I don't think I could do this." I cried but he gripped my wrists gently.
"You can do this. I will hold your hand and will never let go." He said looking directly to my eyes. "Now, give me a hug." I hugged him without thinking of my bubbles, my arms around his torso both of us chuckling at his poor attempt to support and get one knowing that we don't have everyone but each other. It's the first time I've ever hugged a guy and it felt so warm, so good I want to curl my toes.
"Ladies and gentlemen, my son Justin Bieber and his mate, Lenox Tillman." I waited for a round of applause but nothing came.
"Let's go." He opened the door and night breeze made me shiver. He slid his arm to my waist not minding my elbow trying to get away from him. Hug is enough. Although I'm wearing a the thickest gown, I could feel the heat of his palm to my waist.
Of course. That's where he touched you.
My subconcious whispered.
When we were in the middle of staircase, he whispered to stop.
"Don't slap me, okay?" I haven't even said yes or ask what will he do but the gentle smashing of his lips to mine stopped everything around me.
I was blinded by the beautiful sparks before my eyes. They were so colorful and beautiful, more beautiful compared to all those fireworks diplay I've watched.
Justin Bieber just-
Before I could finish the sentence in my thought, he pulled away.
"Remember the tissue Oberona handed you?" he asked not opening his mouth to be told that he's speaking. He was pretending to look at me with 'loving' eyes without even letting me recover.
I nod anyways.
"Wipe my lips. Show them while you do it." With shaky fingers, I lifted the snow white tissue and began wiping. His lips were distracting enough, and making me wipe them is another torture knowing where were they attached seconds ago. They were trembling, too because of my fingers shaking so hard.
I didn't notice nor hear they've been clapping until he smirked to our audience with a triumphant look.
Ryan and Chaz, I spotted near the stage, were doing wolf whistle.
"What are you doing?" I asked to Justin, wide eyed.
"You're trembling."
"Don't touch my armpit!" His hand is in between my arm and sides you call armpit. He even secured it by pressing my elbow to my side with his free arm. I don't know how he managed to do that without the people noticing though my shoulders till the sides of my stomach were covered with my hair, the action's not that easy to miss.
But I'm beginning to relax. It's working.
My bubbles. The other part of me cried out.
We reached the final steps and people began greeting. Jeremy first, then the two couples and Moona then we were being passed from people to people. Between hugs, kisses and hand shakes, as promised, Justin didn't let go of my hands and I was beyond grateful, for all we know, I'll fall face first.
There are too many people and they're crowding us. I'm starting to feel claustrophobic. If it wasn't for the cold night, I'm probably sweating river.
"Justin?" I asked breathless tugging his hand. I can't see him but he's still holding my hand. "Justin?" I can't breathe in enough oxygen for my lungs to function properly and my throat felt dry. I should have taken Alex' advice to drink two cups of water before going down. But I was nervous.
Everything's getting blurry, everyone. With one last tug, harder than the previous, to Justin's hand, I felt my knees buckled up beneath me and before I fell, someone managed to catch me.