Disclaimer: I still own nothing ... *sigh*
Tori's dad had abandoned her right after she returned to him about seven years ago. He had wanted nothing to do with her, and with her not having any other family, the government had no choice but to put her into foster care. It wasn't long before she came upon a family that really and truly wanted her, and they officially adopted her. She now had two loving parents and three siblings. Even though she was now an adult, her parents let her live at home with them, and she attended the college down the street, the same one as me. It's not like she stood out from the family either. They were all dark-headed and tall. Tori even agreed to change her last name to theirs: Dane. Tori had said that she wanted to get rid of the last name Enright. She wanted to forget about her mom and the hell that she had gone through. I couldn't blame her.
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On Monday, the day of our "double-date", Tori burst into my apartment around three, dragged me into her car, and took me to her house so that she could spend the next few hours playing dress-up with me. For hours. Hours.
We weren't even supposed to be meeting Brian and Eric until seven! At first, I didn't know why Tori would want to spend so much time as my stylist, but I soon found out why.
She made me try on dress after dress, shoe after shoe. She re-did my makeup countless times until she found the 'right look' for me, as she called it. Once she was done with me, she made me sit in her living room, away from all mirrors. She then spent about an hour or so on herself, and by that time, it was around six. Tori came back into the living room and found me chuckling and shaking my head as I watched 'Ghost Hunters'. She had on a little black dress- and by little, I meant little- with some strappy, black high heels.
"Well, don't you look snazzy," I said as I turned the TV off. A flattered smile spread across her face. She spun around to let me get a view of her from all angles.
"You likey?" she asked.
"Yep, and I'm sure Brian will too ..."
Tori threw her head back and laughed. "Well, he better!" She turned serious again. "Alright Chloe, would you want to see yourself now?"
I bit my lip. Did I really want to see myself now? Did I really want to face the damage that Tori probably did to me? Don't get me wrong, Tori was very good when it came to makeup and fashion, but I had the feeling that she would go a little overboard with me tonight ... And I definitely didn't want to go out looking like a --
"Chloe? Ugh, why do you have such a worried look on your face?" she scolded me. She ran over, grabbed my hand, and pulled me off of the couch to go find a mirror. We ended up in front of her tall mirror that she had in her bedroom that allowed you to see your whole body.
There Tori stood, with her long, tan legs, curvy figure, and glossy black hair that waved down to her shoulders. She had big, brown eyes underneath her perfectly arched eyebrows, and then a pair of full lips that spread into a lip-glossed and confident smile. Very sleek, very sexy.
Then there was me. All 5'4'' of me. Tori had put me in black ballet flats- thank the Lord that I wasn't in five inch heels- along with a nice and conservative black dress that flowed to just above my knees. It was V-neck though, and Tori had made sure that I was wearing a lacy push-up bra before she started to dress me. Cleavage was certainly noticeable in that dress. The sleeves stopped right above my elbows, and I was thankful that I wasn't going to totally freeze my ass off. As for the hair and makeup, they were just as simple, and well, me, as the dress was. My blonde hair flowed in wavy ringlets all the way down to my elbows, and my blue eyes were framed by eyelashes that had just a small coat of mascara.
"So ... whatcha think?" Tori finally asked after I had examined myself.
"Tori, I-I ... I don't know what to say! I love it!"
She rolled her eyes but smiled. "Well, you know how I do."
Whenever standing next to Tori, I felt small and innocent and just so ordinary. But I knew that that was how I was. I didn't catch much attention from anybody; I was just so plain and dull. I had never really gotten the attention from any guys, well, except for ...
I looked at myself in the mirror for another time. Nope, I was definitely not a Tori. I was just a Chloe. But when I looked at myself in that black dress, I couldn't help but feel pretty. For the first time in a long time. There I was, going to go hang out with some random guy and pretend to laugh at his stupid jokes, pretend to be interested in what he's saying, and pretend that I actually care.
As Tori and I got into her car to meet Brian and what's-his-face, I wished that the one time I actually looked pretty, that the only guy that I would ever want to be with could see me.
Alright, I know this chapter was kinda short, and I was planning to write more, but I just felt like leaving it there for right now. I also know that this story is kinda slow right now, but hang in theree !(: It won't be like this for long! I'm thinking of some Derek involvement soon ... haha but it will probably be another chapter or two ... sooo, we'll just have to wait and see :D
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