Author's Note: Hey, everybody! I just wanted to say before I begin that you can check out my polyvore for the outfits in this chapter (I personally think the dresses are gorgeous). I am kayson3259 on there, just as I am on fanfiction (except the K is not capitalized on my polyvore).
Day Eleven: Creep by Radiohead
She watched as the burgundy, sparkly material fluttered, shimmering as it began to cling to the slip beneath it.
She sighed, pursing her lips as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her lips quickly formed an "O" as she looked at her reflection.
"You look amazing."
Taking it all in, her dress did look beautiful, especially in contrast with her silver accessories. Her blood red lips stood out against her ivory skin.
"Seriously, Spence, you do," Hanna assured her.
She was surrounded by her three best friends.
Aria was wearing a rosy-golden one-shoulder dress which cascaded like a waterfall down her tiny body. She paired it with sparkly silver heels, fuchsia earrings that were dip-dyed gold, a fuchsia bow ring, and bangles which graduated from fuchsia to gold. Her eyes were a subtle gold and pink combination and her nails were painted a sparkly gold. Her lips were stained pink.
"You are going to turn heads tonight," said Emily.
Emily was wearing a beautiful patterned keyhole halter dress which transitioned from a sapphire blue to black. Her eyelids were dusted with a sapphire shadow. She had on silver gemstone earrings Hanna had lent her, long with the silver bangles and silver heels. Her nails were a subtle beige, but her lips were a bright red, standing out from the rest of the outfit. It shouldn't have worked, but somehow, it did.
Hanna smiled. "I'd say I did an excellent job tonight."
Though Aria and Emily looked beautiful, Hanna's look was Spencer's favorite. It was reminiscent of old Hollywood glamor, but with a twist. Her blonde locks were pinned up to just around her chin. The dress she was wearing had silver sequins all on top, but faded eventually into tulle. She had on a gold cuff, pink feather earrings, and a pink necklace. She had gold nail polish, pink lips, and a smoky eye. She almost looked like she could have been pulled from a black and white movie and Spencer loved that.
"Where did you get Spencer's dress?" Aria asked curiously.
Spencer looked down at her dress. It was a burgundy one-shoulder gown, also turning slightly darker near the hem. She had on silver heels with silver waterfall earrings and a silver ring.
Her outfit was definitely the simplest of all of the girls', but by no means the least gorgeous. In fact, someone that night would think she was the most stunning girl at the party.
They walked into the reception hall all together. It was stunning.
Spencer couldn't help but feel awkward around so many beautiful, elegantly dressed people. She had always felt a bit insecure in her own skin, so this only made her feel like the ugly duckling completely taken out of its element.
To add to her insecurity, she had known that her friends had all brought dates: Aria was with her older boyfriend who Spencer couldn't quite remember the name of, Emily was with her girlfriend, and Hanna was with her longtime boyfriend, Sean.
She sighed, feeling lonely as she sat down near a window.
She was too preoccupied with her own thoughts to realize that she had attracted the attention of someone from across the room.
"You had to bring me along to this thing? How did you even get in?" he had asked as they entered the hall.
"I have connections and I'm really good at hacking the system. I added our names to the invitee list," his friend answered with his signature smirk.
A few minutes later, they were tucked away into the shadows.
"Why did you even want to come?" he asked.
"Experience something I'll likely never get to see again…maybe cause some trouble," his friend answered mischievously.
But he didn't listen to his friends' answer. He had gotten a brief glimpse of a girl sitting on the other side of the room.
She looked like some kind of angel, even dressed all in red. But she looked so sad.
As if reading his thoughts, she turned and stared right at him.
He blushed slightly, feeling like a creep.
"I don't know if I want to stay here," he said to his friend. But his friend was already long gone. He sighed.
Talking to yourself. That's not weird at all.
Spencer twirled the cocktail in her hand around a few times, continuing her own self-loathing. She just felt like such a freak, so ugly and insignificant around all of these beautiful people.
She absentmindedly wiped the lipstick off the rim of the cocktail glass. The pigment stained her fingers and she was tempted to rub it off on the beautiful dress Hanna had chosen for her. Against all urges and temptation, she resisted in doing so.
She looked across the room and saw an unfamiliar face. A pair of ice blue eyes was looking at her.
Bashfully, the eyes in question looked away, cheeks on fire and turning a pale color pink.
She blushed a bit as well, feeling more out of place than flattered. All her life, people never really stared at her for the right reasons.
Sighing dismissively, she placed the drink down somewhere and went outside.
Outside, the light permeated from inside, casting rays on the grey stone beneath her feet. Her heels made slight clacking noises as she made her way to a place with less light. The light was blinding.
She sat on the stone bench just outside, near the trees, where the light barely made it. There was a hill before her, the greenery cascading down the slope of the land. It was about the only color she could make out in the night, aside from the dark, dark blue which painted the sky.
She looked up. This was the only part of the town where the stars were this clear. They were splattered haphazardly along the horizon, sparkling and twinkling in her eyes.
At the moment, she wanted nothing more than for the entire manor to be empty, except for her friends. They could be thirteen again, rolling down the hill, playing mindless, juvenile games, and hopefully go back to when she didn't think such morbid thoughts.
She hadn't even noticed another figure outside, somewhat close to her. She just played with the material of her dress.
Now she saw the apparent blood red sheen on her body, scared for a moment that it was her own blood coloring the dress. And then she remembered.
Her breath condensed as she let out an agitated sigh. She barely realized how cold it was.
In her peripheral vision, she saw someone else sit down on the bench away from hers. She looked over her shoulder slightly to see the person who she caught staring at her. Normally, she might feel a bit freaked out, but she didn't care about anything at the moment.
She turned towards him more, watching him pull out a cigarette. She hadn't smoked in…God knew how long. She inched closer to him.
"Can I have one?" she asked.
He slowly handed her a cigarette.
"Light it for me?"
As they leaned into each other, her dark brown eyes met his clear blue ones. Spencer could feel her heart beat faster.
She quickly realized the deed was done and pulled away quickly to take a drag.
She coughed soon after she took her first breath.
"Maybe you shouldn't have taken the cigarette."
She shook her head incessantly. "No. I don't care if it hurts," she said quietly as she smoke burned in her lungs, making her cough again.
"Was that your first time?" he asked as he lit his own.
She shook her head. "I just haven't in a while," she said as she pulled the smoke away from her lips.
They sat in silence for a minute more.
"I've never seen you before. How did you get invited to this…gala?" she asked, gesturing towards the building, which now seemed miles away.
He looked away from her, nervous a girl like her would immediately reject him if she learned he was one of those people who would never be on the guest list. "My friend Caleb convinced me to come with him."
"I came here with some friends," she revealed as she took another drag, this time not coughing as she inhaled. "Three, actually. My friend Aria is with some guy. I don't really know nor really care what they're up to; it's probably best I don't know. And Emily is probably being charismatic and carefree, as usual…" she said, trailing off.
"And the third?" he asked after some silence.
"My friend, Hanna. She's with her boyfriend," she said somewhat lustfully.
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
"No. Do you have a girlfriend?"
"No."
There was strange silence for a minute. It was easy talking to him, more she thought of it.
"The thing with boyfriends and girlfriends…it's never love. It's always a power and control game. I've never met one couple where there wasn't a person who clearly had the power and control. I was never in a relationship where I had the control, so I just gave up," she said, scrutinizing a stitch out of place on her dress. She finally left it alone. She looked over at him.
As she looked over at him, she noticed the details of his face, even in this dim light.
Breaking her trance, she dropped the cigarette on the stone and ground it out. She didn't feel especially bad, seeing the other cigarettes strewn about.
"Sometimes, with my mother, we'd just come out near this hill on a clear night. It's like you're looking into outer space."
Spencer looked over at him in amazement. This couldn't be real. She couldn't have really found a guy who was this good looking and this special. And why was he spending this huge, fantastic party with her, outside, discussing trivial things like the stars?
She just nodded, smiling.
He looked over at her, seeing her smile.
Her smile. It made her face light up more than all the stars in the sky. She was so amazing and he was so…average. Boring. Annoying, even, in his boringness.
There were several more exchanges of witty banter and snide, yet playful remarks.
His laugh is so light and fun. It made her want to laugh. She wanted to be able to laugh like that, so sweet and innocent.
The night she was dreading so much became so much more beautiful.
She looked down an hour later to find she had at least seven missed calls from Hanna, Aria, and Emily, in addition to the texts inquiring where she was or who she was with.
She got up abruptly. "I'm so sorry. I have to go," she announced.
"Wait!" he said, getting up and stopping her. "Will I see you again?" he asked.
She looked at him, lost in his eyes and the content of the conversation. "I…I don't know." She looked at him for a moment more, taking in the whole conversation. "Do you ever want to see me again?" she inquired, unenthusiastic. All in all, she was scared to hear his answer. What would a guy like him want in a girl like her?
He nodded, slowly at first, but quicker as he became surer.
She smiled for the first time in what felt like forever.
"Have you seen my friend, Spencer?" an unrecognizable, muffled voice asked from inside the manor.
Spencer, biting her lip, looked back into the house, nervous that the girls would find her and make accusations or get angry.
She turned back to him, ready to offer an explanation, but was met instead by his lips.
Her lips were soft as a feather, gracing his. She took his hands in her own after a second or two. Her skin, so soft and smooth, felt so foreign on his own callused, rough hands.
She was the first to pull away.
"I'm so, so sorry. I really have to go, though," she said before running off.
"When will I see you again?" he asked.
She paused, shifting on her feet uncomfortably near the large window of the manor.
"Tomorrow? Can we meet…here?"
"You mean, sneak in again?"
She thought about it for a moment before nodding.
"Are you willing to?"
He nodded.
Hesitating for a moment, she walked back over to him, kissing him once more.
"It was so nice meeting you," she said.
He watched her in amazement as she walked away.
I am going to try and get through these as fast as I can; forgive me for my terseness.
eveningshades1107: Yes, soy el receptor de los corazones. And you would not believe how much you made me laugh when I read that. I'm in stitches! Yes, that is bad, since I didn't get that impression at all. Dark, twisted thoughts you have there, Sarah. Dark, twisted thoughts.
Spobyforever259: Ugh! I wish I had synced there! I am so jealous of the lucky English, Welsh, and Irish people who get all of Marina's songs and access to her awesome store. I want that Marilyn dog sweater SO BADLY, along with the "GET BENT" T-Shirt. I can't really imagine what it must be like to live in New York, but not around the city. It seems like so much goes on in the city. It's the center of the universe, I'm sure!
AL3110: I'm adorable on the outside, but sick, twisted, morbid on the inside :)
Girlz-Rule: Well, these are one-shots for a reason and I certainly do not have the time to (barely) balance two stories and this collection, along with personal projects and school work. It's a wonder I can even keep up with the things I have on my plate now.
So this was probably my favorite work to date. I just feel like it's so true to me, as a writer and as a person.
Next is Clarity by Zedd ft. Foxes. I'm sure you all know that song! I think this is the first recent chart-topping song that I have on this list, especially that mega hit, so I'll try hard to live up to expectations :)
Remember to check out my polyvore if you want to see the dresses! My polyvore username is kayson3259, exactly as I just spelt it!
Bye! -Kayson