Chapter 34: Getting "Girlified"
SAM'S POV:
Exhausted. I am.
By the end of the week, Carly had me running around with her, like a complete madwoman, getting everything all prepared for Prom.
Prom. The bane of my existence. Stupid prom.
It was tonight.
Yeah, yeah, we got our dresses and shoes. Now it was just make-up and hair doing up all fancy and chiz like that. I would be leaving that department to Carly Shay. Since she pretty much had a 'Major's Degree' in being all pretty and fashionable and stuff.
Me? Nah, I didn't care about that.
Sure I kinda… y'know, liked being "pretty" and dressing up… occasionally… I mean… every girl wants to look beautiful at least once in her life. Right?
"We're gonna look soooo damn gorgeous tonight!" Carly gushes, while brushing her hair.
"Yeah." I reply, dully.
Excuse my lack of enthusiasm Carls, but you should know by now. I really don't want to go to Prom. Never have, and quite possibly… never will.
"Come on!"
The girl is relentlessly pulling me here, there and everywhere.
I'm trying to stand my ground. But, with a fussy Carly, being stubborn just doesn't work. As I have found out more so today than any other day.
Not giving in though.
What? I am Sam Puckett. I have some reputation to still "try" and uphold, you know.
"Sam… just let me-"
"Noooooo!"
"Come back here!"
"Once again. Nooooo!"
I was running around the love-seat, and the brunette was chasing me, trying to pin me to a chair, so she could get to work on my hair. Or something of that nature.
"Sam!" Carly cried out, impatiently.
"Carly!" I imitated her frustrated voice.
"Stop that!"
"Stop what?"
"You know what I'm talking about!"
"So… Tell me again, like, why I actually need to go tonight?" I ask, flopping down on my friend's bed.
"Because," said Carly, probably feeling like she was explaining it to me for the five hundredth time. "If you don't go. Freddie will be sad. And! I will too. You don't want your best friend sad, do you? No. of course you don't. So buck up, give me your best fake smile, and let's get you all 'girlified'!"
A sad Freddie? As tempting as that sounds… I probably couldn't really live with that.
I groan and sit up. Then, stand up and slowly make my way over to the chair and a beaming Carly. Yeah, her smile was actually kind of creeping me out. It was so bright, and like… glowing.
Yes. Very creepy indeed.
By the way… as I found out for myself: "Girlified" is Carly's way of saying: "let's get ready for one heck of a torturous five hours" or whatever.
Five freaking long hours!
... /...
Wow.
I looked at myself in the mirror. And...
Just wow.
Carly worked magic on my make-up and also my hair. All done up, some lose curls hanging around my face. As well as me, she managed to get herself all ready too. At the same time! I tell ya. My best friend is amazing when it comes to stuff like this.
"We look hot," I comment, and Carly nods in agreement.
"We certainly do. Now, let's go! I think Spencer and Ariel said they'll drive us there."
As the girl leaves, I take one last look in the mirror, and smile at myself. I really did look... beautiful. And "girlified" of course.
Who knows, I thought to myself. Maybe tonight will be...
... kinda fun.