I've always had a feeling that I would die young. Ever since I started pondering on deaths door I've had this feeling. I could care less about the hell and heaven shenanigans, but death. I want it. The end of my life.
I want to be in my suit, in my...
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This is madness. I'm already running late and I haven't even finished my makeup. I had to restart my makeup for the sixth time tonight as it keeps separating. Luckily, I don't have to worry about my hair as I'm getting Shaziyah to put them in rollers for me.
"Stop using that setting spray, it's the reason your makeup is separating." She says, sectioning the last part of my hair to put the rollers in. "I want it to stay the entire night, what else should I do?" My hands shake as I scramble through my makeup. I search for the perfect shade of blush that must be somewhere in this mess.
I've been getting ready since ten in the morning and I'm still running late. Noah is going to be here at seven and it's already five. "Alright, I'm ready." Rohan walks in, adjusting the cufflinks on his white shirt. Shaziyah and I both turn our heads to look at him, confused. He doesn't have any fancy plans tonight as far as I know. "Where are you going?" Shaziyah asks before I do.
He looks up at us, sharing the same confused face as us. "I'm going to prom with Noah."
My eyes drift to Shaziyah's. "Then where are you going?" My eyes slightly widen. "I'm going to prom... with Noah." We then look back at Rohan who's jaw is on the floor.
He then places his hand on his hips, shaking his head. "I'm going to prom. I even bought a brand new suit from Kohls with my own money to match his."
Turning my chair to face him, I cross my legs and scrunch up my face. I eye his classic black suit with the blue pocket square. He adjust his tie, doing a little spin to show off his outfit. I open my mouth to say something, but quickly shut it when he begins speaking again. "We were hanging out the other day and he asked me to go to prom with him."
My eyebrows raise. I didn't know Rohan and Noah actually hung out. "Rohan, I don't think Noah was asking you." Shaziyah places a hand on her hip as she breaks the news to him. "No- he- no!" Biting back a smile, I turn back to the mirror, finally finding my blush. "This is like 9/11 all over again." He whispers loud enough for the both of us to hear before storming out of the room.
From a distance I hear him cry out loud before he slams his bedroom door shut. Shaziyah and I break into a fit of laughter while feeling sorry for the miscommunication between Noah and Rohan.
As I finish my makeup, I finally put on my dress on. I admire the plain lilac purple dress. It has a sweetheart neckline and the sleeves are short just so they cover my shoulders that I will later drop so the dress is off the shoulder. The bottom half isn't your usual mermaid style, but rather flows effortlessly down my body. I've adorned my body with silver jewellery to give the dress some zest. "Ali wants to take me out for dinner, could you hurry up!" Shaziyah calls from outside of my closet.
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I quickly put on my heels, making my way out. Shaziyah's eyes goes wide when they land on me. "You look horrible." She says jokingly and I laugh. I do a quick spin for her and then drift my eyes to Rohan who sits on my bed beside her. "I would've looked better, but yeah... you look great."
My smile grows wider. "Come, let's take those rollers out." I skip back over to my dressing table and Shaziyah begins removing the rollers one by one. I'm able to see my long dark hair make simple curls with each passing minute. She reaches the top section, removing the two front pieces and finally reaches the back piece. "Oh, no." She whispers and I feel a tug at the root. "What? What's happening?" I question, through the mirror to see the last roller is stuck in my hair.
Panic washes over me as she tugs every few seconds. "Ouch! You're hurting me!" I scream, my hands instantly going to my hair. "Why did you give me velcro rollers?" Shaziyah keeps pulling and it just makes my hair frizzy. "Stop! Just cut it out!" I scream.
From behind me, I hear Rohan laughing into one of my pillows. I throw him a look while still panicking. "I'm going to have one short chunk of hair!" Shaziyah shakes her head, slowly pulling and unraveling my hair. I try helping her, but it's no use.
The doorbell rings loudly and I begin to panic even more. "He's here!" Rohan screams, rushing out of my room and down the stairs. "It's almost out!" With one last shed tug, the roller falls out of my hair, leaving one chunk of frizzy hair.
I let out a breath of relief as she works her magic to de-frizz my hair. Somehow she manages to make it look perfect. "Wow! Thank you Shaziyah!" I giggle, standing up straight and dusting my dress. "Now go get your man before Rohan and him disappear."
I stand up straight, feeling my vision go foggy. "Woah!" I sway, putting my hands out. "Don't worry, my iron is low too." She tries walking, but her vision is so fuzzy she keeps her hands out so she doesn't fall. "Alright, I'm all good." I shake my head lightly. "I'll catch up with you." She shuts her eyes, holding onto the doorframe.
I make my way towards the stairs, letting out a deep breath before walking down. My hand goes to the railing to stop myself from falling.
With each step I take, I see my mother and father taking photos of I'm assuming is Noah. Another step and my eyes land on Noah's. He lifts his head up, his eyes meeting mine. His jaw drops and he hides his blushing face which gets a smile going from ear to ear to appear on my face.
His reaction gets my parents to turn their heads, looking at me take the last step. "Wow!" My mom exclaims loudly, pulling out her camera. Noah takes a step forward, but stops when he looks at my father for his approval. My dad gives him a slight nod and he hugs me instantly. I yelp at the sudden movement, but I still hug him back. "You look beautiful." He whispers in my ear which makes my cheeks heat up.
We quickly pull away at the sound of my father clearing his throat. My mom lifts her camera towards us and Noah keeps his hands to himself in fear of my father. She snaps a few photos with us at a distance before she tells Noah to step closer. His eyes stay trained on my dad, taking a small step closer. "Closer." Another small step. "Noah! Phakta tamārā hātha tēnī āsapāsa mūkō!" She shouts and he takes one big step towards me, placing his hand around my waist.
My head whips to him in confusion. I'm not even sure what my mom said, but clearly Noah understood by the look of my father. His hand around my waist is agitating my father, but it's allowed for a few photos. "How did you understand?" I ask, my eyebrows pulling together.
