EUPHORIC | t.s.h

part eighteen

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"Oh crap." Y/n muttered as her eyeliner slipped out of her hand. The black line above her eyes ran unevenly along her lashes as she grunted in frustration.

Y/n was currently alone in her room standing in front of her vanity with a mess of various makeup products scattered around her.

She was getting ready for the dinner with the Holland's, and if she was being honest, she wanted to make a good impression.

It was a sweet gesture that they invited Y/n and her dad over, and though there was nothing to be nervous about, she didn't want Mrs. Holland to think she was one of the 'bad kids.' As crazy as that may sound.

Though this was solely a dinner where she'd meet her best friend's mom, she felt as if she didn't make a good impression the first time

Well she was running around the woman's house sweeping the floor and trying to distract her from smell of alcohol.

But besides being slightly scared, she was also excited.

She didn't accept it, but strangely she was excited to see Tom again.

She liked to spend time with him, it made her happy. Happy in a way that she'd wish on the spot that the moment of laughter she had with him would last forever.

He had been a good friend to her and not all the jerk she thought of him to be.

But she couldn't put that for sure, it had only been a few days she had been talking to him.

Y/n hastily picked up the makeup remover wipe and rubbed it along her eye, muttering curse words under her breath.

She put on the eyeliner once again, well attempted- she messed up yet another time.

"Fuck it." She said throwing the liner away and simply putting on mascara up her lashes.

It wasn't like this was something formal, it was just dinner, right?

She brushed her hair, stepped into her pumps and walked out the door with her phone in her hand.

"DAD IM READY!" She yelled as she stepped down the stairs.

Brandon was peacefully sitting on the couch watching Love Island with a tissue next to him.

"Oh hello darling, the dinner is in an hour what the hell are you early for?"

"You have got to be kidding me."
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"Y/n used to bump into chairs and tables all the time as a kid. Still surprised how she managed to think straight." Brandon said as he laughed into his glass of juice.

"Dad!" Y/n said rolling her eyes and sticking her fork into the small piece of chicken.

The two families were sitting at the dinner table at the Holland's house, laughing into the delightful air as one of them made a joke.

Mrs. Holland, whose name Y/n discovered was Portia, was one of the most welcoming women she had ever met.

She could feel the pleasantness in the air, which made her smile every once and then.

Portia was sitting on the head of the table with Brandon sitting to her left and Y/n to her right.

May was sitting next to Y/n and Tom next to Brandon, which meant that Y/n had occasional eye contact with the boy and the two smiled to their plates.