My first two-shot you guys. I need constructive critism and other junk so if I make another one, it'll be better. And I gave almost everyone a last name. Enjoy!
"Melanie!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. It's my first intimate get-together with a guy and she isn't even going to help me! "Where are you?"
"I'm right here, Cassandra. Now I'd really appreciate it if you put this dress on." Melanie, my 'Mom' held up a purple dress that touched the floor. What is wrong with this woman? We're only going to a fancy Italian restaurant. Capris would work just as well!
"Well stop appreciating because me and that dress are not going to the restaurant. And I don't think my backpack will appreciate it." I said while crossing my arms and jutting my chin out defiantly. I'm not wearing that thing.
"Cassandra, you are 15 and 1/2 years old. I think you're ready for a purse." Melanie said. I looked at her with wide eyes. She smirked evilly.
"No way, Melanie." I said while tapping my foot. I could feel my ears burning like crazy.
"Cassandra Remembrandt, (A/N: Yes Remembrandt, not Rembrandt.) It's either you put all your tools into this bag, or I take away your… um, er… television privileges!" Melanie yelled.
"So?" I replied in a flat tone.
"So, you have to put all your survival stuff in this bag!" she said. Her neck was turning pink like it does when she gets mad.
"No way in hell, Melanie." I retorted. Then I rolled my eyes.
"Don't get an attitude with me!" She yelled.
"I don't have an attitude. I just have a personality you can't handle." I told her. I stomped off the bathroom and locked the door behind me. Thank you Veronica for joining the Terces and for making snide remarks to Mr. Wallace. I totally owe you! But fortunately you aren't here so you don't know that I used one of your phrases. But now I'm getting contagious of the Veronica Summerwaite syndrome, so enough with the ditzy sass-mouthing!
"Cassandra, open this door! Its 7:29 and Max-Ernest is coming to pick you up at 8:00, so you can't be late! You and I both know good and well how punctual he is." Melanie said through the door softly. I looked at the floor and then reluctantly opened the door and held my backpack out. Beauty hurts. A lot.
A few minutes later, my look has completely changed. My Melanie-Yeah, I'm going to stick to calling her that- curled my hair and forced my cleavage into this stupid strapless dress. My survival pack is in my purse, along with my phone.
I looked at the clock. 7:41. Wow that was really fast once you think about it.
"Now, for the make-up." Melanie said triumphantly.
"No make-up! Haven't I gone through enough?" I complained. Melanie walked out of the room and came back with a big box. I tried to run out of the room but Melanie blocked the doorway. She made me sit back down. I would've started crying but I realized that I was stronger than that. So I sucked it up and took it like a man. Well, wo-man.
After she was done she gave me a mirror and I looked at myself. She over did it this time.
"Melanie! It's called a face not a coloring book! I look like a clown!" I exclaimed.
"You're overreacting! I might've used a little too much of eye shadow but it still looks good on you!" she said. She smiled her fake Real Estate agent smile at me. Crazy woman.
"Can you get rid of the eye shadow and the lipstick? And the blush? And the foundation?" I asked her, listing all of the things she put on my face.
"Cassandra, I'm not taking all of your make-up off. It's either I switch your make-up or I replace it with permanent make-up." She said.
"Dear Lord no! Just switch it for the love of trail mix!" I begged her. Melanie shrugged and got to work on my face.
It was 8:58 before I knew it. I jammed my feet into a pair of black heels. I can barely stand in these things let alone walk in them. But I was prepared-like always- and I slipped a pair of flip-flops into my bag while Melanie wasn't looking. I had a bad feeling about this in my stomach.
The doorbell rang at 8:00 on the dot. Punctual Motherfudger.
My Melanie hurried to the door while I cowered in the kitchen with the apples. I heard the door open and then I heard Max-Ernest greet Melanie.
"Hey Ms. Remembrandt! Is Cass ready for the… you know…" He's so cute when he stutters. What the heck, Cass? You idiot, he's one of your best friends, and he'll never be more than that!
"Hello, Max-Ernest! You are looking very handsome tonight! Cassandra is here, but she's hiding in the kitchen." I heard Melanie say. This woman… I bumped my arm on the counter really hard.
"There she is!" Melanie exclaimed happily when I came out of the kitchen holding my arm.
And then I saw him in the doorway, standing in his black-haired glory. He looked… awesome. I was speechless. And he was too. He was gaping at me. I knew I looked like a Barbie doll.
"Well, you two better get going. Wouldn't want to miss your reservation!" Melanie said cheerfully after an awkward moment of silence. I stumbled out the door with him and we stood outside of the door and stared at each other some more.