Ariel's POV
I wanted a change. I always go to Adam's parties and sadly, it ended the same way for me. With him sticking his tongue down a chick's throat.
Libby and I decided we would get ready together, well... actually I did. She was a little surprised since I'd usually just meet her there.
She was even more surprised when I told her to bring a few of her dresses for me.
It was 5:30 and Libby still wasn't at my house.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
"You're late!" I shouted as soon as I opened the door.
"I'm never late. Everyone is simply just early."
Did she just..?
"Whatever." I said shrugging it off. "You brought the stuff?"
"Geez. Don't make it sound like a drug deal." Libby said. "So, um, who are you trying to impress?" She asked a big smile tugging at her lips.
"Pshh, no one. I just want to look good tonight." I said half lying.
"If you say so."
"Yeah." I replied hoping she would drop the topic. Thankfully she did.
"Oh my God. You do not know how long I've wanted my hand in this hair." Libby said over dramatically while running her fingers through my hair.
"So, what now?" I asked since I know nothing about makeup and modern style.
"Now, you try on these." She commanded while pulling 4 dresses from her bag.
"Uh, Libby?"
"Yeah?"
"I asked you to bring me clothes not underwear."
"No. You asked me to bring over some of my dresses."
"Same difference." I said frustrated.
"Oh come on! They're not that bad." She whined.
"Look how short it is!" I shouted putting it to my body.
"Exactly!"
"And look at the back of the dress."
"What about it?"
"Where's the rest of the dress?!" I shouted examining it. "My back will be exposed."
"Look Ariel, do you want to look good or not?"
"So what have I been doing all of this time? Looking bad?"
She was right. I did want a change and whining isn't going to help me.
"Ugh, okay!" I sighed eventually giving in.
"Yayy!" She squealed.
"Now hurry before I change my mind."
She hurried up the stairs yanking my hand in the process.
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After an hour and a half of makeup and clothing...
"You're so pretty!" Libby squealed while holding the makeup brushes in her right hand.
"You sure? I don't feel any different."
"See for yourself." She smirked.
I stood up from the make-up desk and went over to the full-length mirror.
When I looked at myself, my jaw dropped open.
I turned my lower half into the mirror.
Oh my God, my ass looks so firm and big.
Ha! Take that Mom!
"Thank you, Libby!" I shouted while hugging her tightly.
I decided to go with a blue short dress with black 2-inch heels and a black handbag. The dress was about 3 inches above my knees. Yup. That short.
Libby curled my hair into bold curls that lied just below my shoulders.
"I. Can't. Breathe." Libby exaggerated.
"Oops, sorry."
Libby was already ready when we got here so we just have to wait.
Just then, Libby's phone went off and she checked it.
"Adam's here." She said with her face still buried in her phone.
Why am I getting nervous?
Only his name was mentioned and I'm a nervous wreck?! Damn, I'm pathetic.
"Girl, chill. You look great." Libby said obviously noticing my nervousness.
"Thanks." Was all I managed to get out.
Libby went downstairs and I followed after.
"Hey, are you ready? Where's cupcake?"
"She's right there." Libby replied opening the door so he could see me.
Adam's jaw dropped to the floor when he saw me. Yayy! It's working.
"Ariel?"
"Uh, hey." I said walking closer.
"You look...different."
"Different?"
"Yeah... different." He said finally composing himself.
"Oh... okay." I said walking to the car embarrassed.
While walking, I heard Libby say,
"Different? What the fuck, you prick." She said then smacked him behind his head. Well, at least that's what it sounded like.
Seriously? Different? What the fuck does that even mean?
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