Love Struck
Hours after I got asked to be someone's Valentine and on a date; after the initial happiness and excitement wore off, I began to freak out intensely. I've never ever been on a date so I don't know what to do while on one. So I did the only logical idea that popped into my head to help me with this problem: call Namine.
I waited silently as I listened to her extremely catchy ring back tone. I think it was called Bad Girls Club by Flaming is Recovery or some weird band like that.
"Yes?" she answers.
"Um Namine, I have a-" I promptly get cut off, by her.
"No, stop it!-Slap- I'm on the phone!"
"Uh," I ask awkwardly, "You there?"
"Yeah, sorry, Roxas was just, STOP IT! Being Roxas ya know?"
"I can call later if you want…"
"No, no, just tell me what you need now."
"Um…I have a date-"
"EEEEEEE!" Namine overly excitedly squeals into the phone making me hold the phone out away from my ear since the phone made it excessively high pitched and loud, "I knew you'd get someone!"
"Yeah, but I..I don't know exactly what to do or expect on a date…"
"Stay right where you are! I'm on my way; you are home right?"
"Uh, yeah."
"I'll be right there in two." and with that she hands up.
Roughly around seven minutes later Namine is back with what looks like an overnight bag. I she going to stay over?
"What's with all the stuff?" I ask.
"Well, you have to look good for tonight don't you? What time is he picking you up at?"
"5:30."
"Good, we have plenty of time to make you, the little blossom of a rose, into a full grown beautiful flower. Just, ya know, don't let him deflower you too easily."
I blush at the last statement and let Namine in.
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Two hours later, my hair is crimped and curled, I feel like I have fifty layers of makeup on, and we are beginning to debate on what I should wear.
"I like the pink one."
"No. That looks too slutty. But the blue one is amazing."
"Do you want to look like an old lady?"
"…No…"
"Then no to the blue dress. You'd end up looking like the old version of Sophie from Howl's Moving Castle ."
"Eww."
"Exactly. And that's the reason why you should wear the pink one."
"I don't want someone to mistake me for a cheep hooker."
"You won't be."
"I will with my hair like this and my makeup like that."
"Ugh. Just wear pants."
"No. Sora just texted me and told me that I need a dress for where were going."
"Oh. My. God. You are just impossible aren't you?"
"Yes. What about this?" I ask, holding up a dress that I had never worn once in my life, since I had never had an occasion to wear it for. It was black with a low, yet modest, V-cut, see-through black straps, a white top and a pink velvet sash around the middle, which made a bow in the back.
"N- Holy hell, where'd you get that hot thing from?" Namine asks, her jaw literally dropping to the floor.
"Um…Ross." I answer shyly.
"Its perfect, I mean, look at it, its girly, yet not too girly. It has ruffles like the pink one, yet it doesn't scream out whore-"
"SO YOU DO ADMIT THAT IT LOOKS LIKE A HOOKER DRESS!"
"…As I was saying, it's modestly innocent, yet it gives off a sexy type vibe."
I blush a deep crimson red at the last comment.
"Oh, c'mon Kairi, like you haven't thought of that before! God, can you be any more prude? Your seventeen! Ugh. I swear.."
Its true that I am seventeen, but still. This was going to be my first date and I don't think first dates lead to intimacy. At least in the movies it doesn't…it's the third date where things get hot and heavy.
"Well…guess I better put it on." I say and Namine nods her head overly excited.
I walk into the my small and cramped bathroom and wiggle myself into the small dress. Everything went smoothly until…
"Um, Namine?"
"Yes, hon?"
"Could you come in here for a sec?" Muffled voice asks.
"Yeah, what's wron-" Namine stops mid-sentence as she opened the door, only to, what I assumed, fall on the floor in laughter.
My hands stuck up from the top of the dress, the piece meant for my chest on my head, slowly suffocating me and well…apparently my bosom had been a little to big to pull it over easily.
"Ahahaha, what, haha, did, hahaha, what ha-happened? Hahaha" She asks me barely being able to communicate through her bouts of laughter.
"I had been trying my hardest to pull on my dress from up to down but it well…as you can see I got stuck," I fume inside the dress when Namine didn't stop laughing, "Oh, no. don't mind me. My oxygen is slowly running out in here. I'm just perfectly fine."
I hear Namine sober up enough for me to feel a tug at the top of my dress, signifying that she was pulling it off me. With a rustle of the dress, I can see, and breath again.
"Thank you so much Namine, my saviour, my rescuer, my knight in shining armour!" I say as I hug her.
"You do know that you are never going to live this down right?"
I sigh. Namine helps me get into the dress this time around, pulling it up from the bottom. Then she goes to my back to tie my hot neon pink sash into a neat looking bow.
Namine takes a step back, admiring her work, and nodding her head in approval.
"You look spiffy alright, but something is missing. Like a little pizzazz and ka-pow!" My best friend looks around the room as if searching for the item that would make me look amazing.
We spent a few minutes in silence as Namine gets lost deep in concentration when she suddenly snaps her fingers.
She yells out, "Aha! I know what you are missing!" and takes off running to her bag that she had brought with her, and begins searching frantically in it muttering, "Where is it, I know I brought it…where is it…"
"What are you looking for?" I ask curiously.
"This!" She shouts out, holding up her prize, "In order to have a killer look, you first must need some killer shoes!"
They were beautiful. She held up some five and a half inch heels that had gems embedded in the shape of a crown at the back, flowers decorating the front and lace going up to the ankle.
An hour later of Namine teaching me the etiquettes of how to behave on a date, it was almost time for me to go.
A/N: I have literally been listening to Knives and Pens for the last five hours. I know I said I would have this up like a day or two ago, but there was a party yesterday (and movie night with my cousins ^-^) and my parents attempted to do their taxes today but couldn't because they have to print their I have no idea what but it requires for me to have internet which I don't so yeah :S
Oh and the first and second chapters title was taken from Blood on The Dance Floor, and the next chapter (yes there's another one XD don't worry, it's the last, I promise) is going to be a Sum 41 song title.
The dress I described is actually the dress I wore for homecoming, and the heels were the ones I wore for my Quincenera.
Cookie to KittyKat1217- I'm not sure what you mean by "together together" but there was this one couple at my school like this. In second grade being together meant that you held hands, gave kisses on cheeks and would play "house" together (as in the girl being mommy and the boy daddy). I hope that answers your question ^-^;