- Its less than four hours now.
She smiled and unlocked her locker, I simply nodded. History class was finished and it was time to go home for the weekend.
- I know.
- Are you nervous?
I didn't answer. The truth was that I wasn't quite sure. The whole week I'd been going around telling myself that it wasn't a big deal. Hannah had been talking about it day and night and I sometimes found myself smiling over the stupid scenarios she imagined. But except from that I thought I'd kept my poker face pretty well.
- What are you going to wear?
I stopped unpacking my bag and stared for a minute out in the air. Then I slowly closed the door and looked at her.
- I don't know.
A thousand thoughts ran through my head. What was I going to wear? What were we going to do? What was he going to wear? Sexy or innocently sweet? Jeans to prove that I didn't care at all?
I'd been making up scenarios as well but I never took them to thought and trough the week I'd been busy; trying to study and at the same time keep an eye on Samuel. It had both been going down the drain, a C at math and not even a smile from him. Maybe it all was a joke after all.
- You have to help me!
She laughed; she knew that I'd eventually give in.
- I'll help you, love fool, she smiled.
I nodded again, this time nervously.
- Come on, pack your things and we'll head over to your house. You just got three and a half hour.
Three and a half hour would be perfectly fine, but by the time we had reached my house there was unfortunately just three of them left. I hadn't even dropped my bag before Hannah walked over to my closet and confidently opened it.
- Now we'll see what we can find… she said; more to herself than to me.
- I'm not going to wear a dress, I quickly said as I saw her inspecting my dark raspberry red dress.
I'd only worn it once before on demand by my grandmother (who openly had shared her thoughts about going to the theatre in Jeans) and I was determent on not wearing it ever again. Dresses in dark raspberry should not be worn by me.
- Why not? You have great legs!
Once again I stared at her in panic.
- Oh God! I have to shave! I screamed, pulling up my jeans; observing the small hairs that were growing irregular all over my shin, grossed out over that I'd let it grow for so long. And I have to fix my hair as well! I'm never going to make it.
She smiled, as she used to when I was freaking out.
- Go and take a shower, shave and wash your hair, and I'll be helping you pick out something to wear. I'm not leaving until you do.
I looked strictly at her.
- When he gets here, you'll be gone, and if not gone: invisible.
- Oh so you do like him? She mocked me.
I rolled my eyes, grabbed a towel and headed smilingly towards the bathroom. Maybe I did, maybe I didn't.
- Okay, so you have three choices, she said when I came back, pulling out three piles of clothes.
She held up the first pieces of clothing and smiled proudly. It was a green dress, knee length.
- I told you; I am not going to wear a dress, I said and sat down at my bed. Besides it's a summer dress, and it's winter right now if you haven't noticed.
- Okay, miss I-always-wear-jeans-and-that's-why-I-don't-have-a-boyfriend.
I raised an eyebrow and threw a pillow at her.
- I don't have time for this, what are the other picks?
- Here is the next one.
She held up a skirt, a pair of leggings and a shirt to go with it. I crinkled my nose, a year ago I'd gladly worn it but now a day's it just seemed childish and out of style.
- I knew you wouldn't like that, so that's why I picked theses as well, she said and threw the other clothes back in the closet. A pair of jeans and a shirt.
She held them up, a pair of almost black skinny jeans and a loose top in a see-trough fabric with a black tank-top under.
I smiled, sometimes I loved her. Most of the time of course, but sometimes a bit more than usual.
I picked up the nicest pair of underwear I owned and got dressed, the wet hair fell down my back and I reached for the hairdryer.
- Wait! I know how to do this, Hanna cried.
She pulled up a round hairbrush and pulled it rapid trough my hair before she started to section it. Carefully she blew it in different directions and ways. After a good ten minutes she'd gone through it all and I watched myself in the mirror. In a sweep my hair had both volume and shine and it fell in all the right ways and directions.
- Can I at least do my own make up? I asked.
She nodded.
- You're better than me at that.
I smiled. In twenty minutes Samuel would be here, and I already looked amazing. Or at least more amazing than I usually did.
- I hope you're not nervous.
- I'm not.
- Good because here he comes.
I looked through the window, outside a car had pulled over. I smiled and took a deep breath.
- Wish me luck.