Defeated (D.J.S)

Makeover

"I-I love it." I manage to speak out as I stare at myself in a mirror.

"Yay!" Gabbie cheers, clapping her hands as I turn.

You're probably wondering what's going on.

In short, Gabbie came to Florida with Lav to visit family, and ended up coming to stay with me at my sister's house for a few days after that. It's her second day here and guess what she decided to make me do?

She practically begged me to go with her and Jazmyn so I could get a 'makeover'.

Now I was not on board for this idea at all, but in the end I agreed to it. Did I do it for me? No. Was it to make Gabbie and Jazmyn happy? Yes. Was it an attempt to get Daniel's attention? Of course not! Why on earth would you think that?!

Though in the end I really did enjoy getting pampered. It was a lot more fun than I thought.

I ran my hand through my hair that was once dark brown. It was now a light dirty blonde, with light blonde highlights. (Reference photo above). I had taken Isabella's and the other boys' advice, and I don't think I could have made a better choice.

Though the hair coloring process was long and torturous, I managed to get through it. God. How does Jack, or Daniel for that matter, dye and change their hair so much? I could barely sit still for the first thirty minutes! I mean, I guess they do have shorter hair... but I still don't understand how they do it.

Gabbie had also taken me to get a manicure and a pedicure. I ended up getting a neutral color for my hands and a light blue for my toes, which matched Jazmyn's and Gabbie's toes too. I also got my eyebrows waxed, which not to mention hurt like crazy, and all three of us got massages.

That was probably the best part of my makeover. It was so freaking relaxing, and afterwards I felt like I was a cloud.

Jazmyn had to get hers done in a special chair since she is pregnant, and it was extremely amusing seeing her try to fit in the other chairs that were not meant for her. Obviously she hated us for laughing at her, but she eventually started laughing with us.

Fast forward to now, and we are back at the house. I specifically told Gabbie and Jazmyn not to post anything about it because I really didn't want any more drama.

The boys' fans apparently found out I am friends with them, and assumed all sorts of things. So that was loads of fun. Lots of hate messages and people telling me to kill myself because of what I supposedly put Daniel through... but I'm fine. Its fine. Everything is fine.

I sigh quietly.

"Girl, you literally look like a bitch. But a good bitch, ya know? Like... Like a boss bitch." Jazmyn said after some thought. She blames her delayed thought processes in her pregnancy. I beg to differ though.

"I do not!" I say while grinning. I kinda liked the idea of being a 'bad bitch'. I was always way too shy and naive, but after the accident I think something clicked. I began to realize that I should not let myself be bosses around, and I should be more confident. Because you know what? I am fucking awesome.

"Don't even try to deny it Issa, you know she is right." Gabbie adds.

"Yeah yeah." I say dismissing the conversation with a wave of my hands.

"Please let me take a photo! Just one! Just to send it to our friends!" Gabbie pleads. I sigh. What harm could it do?

"Whatever." I sigh. It was the least I could do to thank her for all of this.

"Yay! Let's go outside!" She cheers and drags me downstairs with Jazmyn right behind us.

"Um, Gabbie? I thought you only said one photo..."

~1 and a half hours later~

"Gabbieeee! Please. I'm tired. And hungry."

"Fine fine. I think I got a few good ones." She replies.

A few good ones? Bitch you better have more than just a few. I did not sit and stand in the hot sun for hours just for you to have gotten just a few photos.

But I didn't tell her that. I held my tongue.

"Thank goodness." I mumble before going inside to eat something.

I've been stress eating lately. Like a lot. And I know it's not good for me but I just can't help it. My main craving though is potato chips. I guess the saltiness just helps me cope with my own saltiness in life.

As I head to the kitchen the door bell rings.

Gosh damn it. Really? Who the hell is at the door now.

"I just wanted potato chips." I whine quietly on my way to open the front door.

I unlock and open the door to reveal...

A/N:

Cliffhangerrrr! Sorry for this lame chapter. 

I know I haven't updated in foreverrr! I've just been super stressed out lately. A lot of problems in my life. And on top of that I have writers block. YAY ME!

I'm probably gonna take a little break. But hopefully I can update every now and then. I'm planning on finishing this book and then taking a long break. Ily all! If you need anything feel free to contact me.

~Ari