A/N: So the chapter before this was super short, I hope to make it up with this one.
And if you like this story, or see anywhere that I can fix and improve things, please review!

Chapter Seven: Ready For A Dance

I'm coming to get you at seven, be ready.

My eyes danced over the text message a thousand times. It was from him, from Embry, and it made me unable to wait until seven that evening. It was hardly seven in the morning.

Embry and I had been spending so much time together, and finally I mustered the courage to ask him to the upcoming dance-prom-thing. Well the dance that was that night. He agreed to go with me, and promised to dress up nice, despite how much he hated... Clothes.

Tonight, also, would be the night he finally met my parents.

"Guys, look, he's... He's a really sweet guy, don't be mean to him, okay?" They both stared at me from their positions on the sofa the night before the dance. "His name's Embry Call and he's from the rez."

"From 'the rez'?" asked my father, raising a brow.

"You know, La Push."

They hadn't too many problems, as long as he brought me back on time. It was easier than I thought. Now I only had to get through the longest day ever.

Luckily, I had Lindsay to help me with that. My mum and dad were both at work, but she knew that. I was laying on my sofa, wondering what time I should go get ready for this thing, seeing as it was only 9 am. That's when a big, blond blur danced into my house, yelling at the top her lungs, "WE'RE GETTING BEAUTIFIED!"

"Beautified?"

She nodded, moving my feet and flopping down on the sofa. "Yes. The salon is awaiting, princess. You need your hair, nails, and make-up done for tonight. You have your dress ready, right?" She noted my paint-chipped toe nails as she spoke.

"Of course I have my dress. And Embry's picking me up at seven."

She grinned. "La Push boy?"

"Embry." I stated. "Em-Bry. And yes, him."

Her grin broke into a smirk and she patted my leg. "Right, well, go get changed. We need to go get ready."

Okay, it wasn't that I didn't like getting all dolled up, I enjoyed it really. It was just so early. Who would be at a salon so early in the morning? Apparently a lot of girls from our school, that's who. Along with some old ladies, but that's besides the point. Lindsay and I walked in, seeing a few girls we knew, we weren't particulalrly close with them, but we did know them, so we went and sat by them.

Amber, a girl her dirty blond hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, smiled at us as we came over, scooting over on the bench. Marie, a girl with almost matching hair to Amber's, but bright blue eyes, smiled too, waving to us frantically. They were nice girls, and both were really close, kind of like Lindsay and I.

They had only just arrived at the salon too, but hoped to get treated soon enough. Same as us, they were getting their hair and nails done, and were both estatic for the dance that night. Amber was going with one of the football players, Johnny something, and Marie was actually going with Amber's older brother, which wasn't awkward for them, for some reason.

Eh, whatever floats your boat.

"You're going with Tyler, right?" Marie asked Lindsay, who was more than happy to fill in the details of hers and Tyler's relationship.

I only half-listened, having heard it all before.

The three of them gushed over it all through the spa treatment we received, but my mind was elsewhere. A really random elsewhere, but it was there. I wondered if, tonight, Embry would kiss me.

Blushing faintly at the thought, I buried my face in a magazine about movie stars whom I didn't particularly care for, and thought more. He had kissed my cheek before, and I his, but never... Mouth-to-mouth contact. His smile was always so soft, I wondered if his lips were too. If would be fitting, he was so sweet and gentle most other times. Geez, I'm such a weirdo..

"Who are you going with Ellie?"

I looked up from the magazine, my face still warm, and over to the other three girls as the woman worked on my toe nails.

"He's not from our school." I said, smiling a little. "His name's Embry, from La Push."

"Ooh, La Push." Amber grinned and winked. "Sounds great. We'll get to meet him tonight, right?"

"Sure, if you want."

After our toe- and fingernails were complete, we got our hair done by beautifully camp men who were just full of compliments and suggestions. Lindsay and I were just basking in it. Her blond hair was straightened with a braid along the back, as well as newly cut side-bangs that were made for her to have. I decided to curl my hair, but with a braid of my own, almost like a halo around my head. The man doing my hair was completely genius, and after giving him my idea, I just let him do whatever he wanted to make it extra. He was a professional after all.

"This dance seems like it's bigger than it actually is." I half-laughed, closing my eyes as the hair stylist sprayed hair spray to keep everything in tact.

"We're allowed to." Lindsay spoke, the smile evident in her voice. "It's going to be awesome. We should stop back at my house to do each other's make-up afterwards. I'll drive you home after."

"Sounds great."

On our way to Lindsay's house, after finishing with the salon, we stopped and got tea and coffee from the Dunkin Donuts, and jammed to her P!NK CD. I couldn't wait to see how well Embry dressed up, and I hoped he liked the way I looked too. He was too sweet to say anything otherwise though.

It was hard to think that he could feel anything other than... A likeliness for me. I mean, that seemed a bit selfish, maybe, but the way he looked at me, it was like he saw nothing but goodness about me, he made me feel special.

"What colour is your dress?" Lindsay was going through her make-up kits while I flopped down on her cheetah print bed spread.

"Purple." I stated, stretched and buring my face against a pillow, eyes closed. Her bed was too comfortable.

She most definitly rolled her eyes. "No time for sleep, come on!" She chucked her Princess Crown pillow at me, I groaned. "Elisha Emilia Watson, get your lazy ass up now!"

"Lindsay Nicole Ash, don't use my full name with me."

Sitting up, I grinned at her, eyes going wide upon seeing the mental look in her eye. She was going to give the best damn make-over in the world, despite any cries for help.

The entire process was only slightly painful too, and I was estatic with the overall result of it all. I looked pretty... And sparkly. Lindsay was so good with girly stuff, she knew all the right make-up tips and where things would go, which is why she told me exactly what she wanted on her, and exactly how to do it. I didn't mind being a puppet for a thing like this, make-up wasn't exactly my strong point.

She came out looking nice though! The proper make up for her halter, red dress. We smiled at each other's reflection in the mirror, then looked to each other, unable to surpress our laughter. What exactly we were laughing at, well we hardly ever knew, but as long as we were happy, right?

"Come on, it's getting late." She tapped my shoulder and stood, slipping into her flip-flops.

"Six o'clock already?"

Grinning she headed out her picture-clad door, having me stumble out after her, ready for the completely awesome evening that was in store.

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