Luck Isn't Everything.
Twelve.
After the nail salon, we rushed home so I could start getting ready. Liam knew how important is was for me to look my absolute best because every time we had an event, I’d take a picture and send it to Dad so he could see that I was doing fine and that he didn’t have to worry about me. Sometimes I wished I had left to Illinois with him, but then I thought about my wonderful friends and it didn’t make sense.
I hurried up the stairs to my room to get started on my makeup and Liam hurried to plug in my hair curler so it would be ready for me by the time I got done with everything else. The dance started at 7 and it was already 5:30. Oli had said he’d drop by to pick me up around 6:45 which meant I had an hour and fifteen minutes to get ready.
I rummaged through my makeup drawer, looking for my gold eye shadow and black liquid eyeliner. I did a wing-eyed line and then applied cherry red lipstick on. I very-carefully applied my mascara so my eye lashes would be long and thick without looking like spider legs, then I curled them up a bit. I picked up a necklace with a small leaf, changed my plugs into my black ones with glitter and then proceeded to go to my closet and change. I stripped out of my clothes and put the red dress on, yelling for Liam to come zip me up and help me with my hair. “Liam, come zip me!”
“Coming!” He zipped me up and we made our way to the bathroom where the hair curler was. The thing about Liam was that no matter how cool and popular he was, he’d still help me with anything. Including learning how to braid, curl, or straighten hair just so he could help. He had mastered curling my entire hair in just a bit under forty minutes. “Do you want it up or down?”
“Down, I want it to be long.” He finished up and then we rushed to his room to get him ready. I went through his closet and pulled out each item he should wear as he was changing into it. Liam wasn’t going to be attending the Fall Ball, he was going to be attending a party in the upper part of town, and he couldn’t show up with his tattoos everywhere and looking like, what he and his friends liked calling it, a thug.
“A’ight, how do I look?” He sprayed some cologne. He looked decent and a bit intimidating, which was perfect because it meant he’d have girls coming in every direction.
“You look great!” I said excitedly. I handed him his coat and he handed me mine. We headed downstairs right after I took one more look in the mirror. I was satisfied with how I looked and was even more anxious for the Ball.
“Okay, quick rules,” Liam sighed, as he handed me my clutch. “Keep your phone at all times, shoot me a couple of texts every now and then so I know you’re okay, and most importantly, if anything happens, you call me, no questions asked.”
“Alright, alright,” I said playfully smacking him on the arm. “You’ll be home tonight, right?”
“Of course. I’m not gonna leave you alone, tonight of all nights.” We heard a honk outside, so we headed and out and parted ways. Oli looked absolutely gorgeous, but even then it wasn’t him who I caught myself thinking of. He didn’t have the right goofy smile, the right look, and the right attitude.
By the time we got to the Ball, it was already packed. Bands who were playing the dance where either getting ready to set up, packing their things, or already on stage. They switched fast. I spotted my friends across the room, but tonight I was with Oli, which meant I’d be with him and his friends most of the evening. I didn’t mind it much, but I they weren’t as funny as my friends.
“Would you like to dance?” Oli turned to me, while the other guys carried on with their conversations. “We don’t have to… I just figured you’d enjoy that a lot better. Besides, we’ll be on stage here soon.”
“Uh, no, no, that sounds great. Dancing would be great,” I smiled. We headed to the dance floor hand in hand and danced for what seemed like an eternity. We made small talk, laughed, and made fools of ourselves, but even that didn’t stop me from dancing. I was having such a great time that when it was Oli’s turn to go on stage, I was a bit disappointed.
All of the bands were doing covers of pop songs, since the school didn’t find it appropriate to be going wild on stage. I laughed as they played because they looked slightly annoyed and uncomfortable. Matt and Jordan, their keyboardist/ backing vocals guy, turned to look at me and I grinned because I’d been caught red handed. They shot me a finger and I faked being hurt.
“Having a good time?” I heard from behind me. I turned to find Jesse.
“Yeah, yeah, actually. Basically just laughing at them,” I smiled. He smiled back and stood there with me. Soon after everyone else showed up.
“Alright guys! We’re gonna slow things down,” Oli spoke into the mic, “so grab that special lady, or grab any lady and make this a night to remember. This next song is a cover of Jason Mraz, ‘I won’t give up!’ ”
They started the song and everyone turned to their dates. I stood there awkwardly because this was one of my favorite songs and my date just had to be the one singing it. “Would you like to dance?” I heard Justin’s low husky voice beside me. I glanced at him and nodded. He took my hand and let me into the middle of the dance floor. It felt so right to have him so close, one hand on my waste, mine of his back, and our other hands intertwined. He placed my head on his shoulder and he lowered his so that his lips were in perfect position to my ears, and began to sing,
“Well, I won’t give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I’m giving you all my love
I’m still looking up
And when you’re needing your space
To do some navigating
I’ll be here patiently waiting
To see what you find
‘Cause even the stars they burn
Some even fall to the earth
We’ve got a lot to learn
God knows we’re worth it
No, I won’t give up”
I shut my eyes not knowing what else to do. The moment felt perfect and everything melted away. I was no longer angry or hurt or anything except happy. I didn’t know how someone could make me so happy that I lost every care in the world. When the song was over, we didn’t part. We just stood there, hugging. “I’m so sorry, Fiona. You have no idea how much.”
“I’m sorry, too.” I said and he hugged me tighter.
“Look, we have to go on stage, but after the Ball would you like to hang out?” he asked hopeful as we let go.
“Of course,” I smiled. We hugged one last time before he rushed off to set up his bass. I met Oli by the side of the staged and he was laughing and smiling with his friends. “Hey, you guys did great.”
“Oh, yeah, so great,” Lee Malia, their guitarist, said, “It’s probably the worst gig we’ve ever booked, but hey, as long as we have our instruments and each other, it doesn’t matter.” The all laughed and got into a group hug, pulling me in with them. They were all a bit sweaty and smelly and I was suffocating, but laughing.
“Jesus, you guys are in need of showers, asap!”
“Oh, c’mere,” Oli and Matt Kean, their bassist, said and pulled me into yet another hug, which was soon followed by everyone else.
“Alright, alright, guys. Let go, this dress was expensive,” I laughed, “Plus Sleeping With Sirens is about to hit the stage, c’mon!” I grabbed both of the Matt’s hands and pulled them close to the stage with me, everyone else following. Kellin was in the middle of covering the clean version of “Fuck you” by Bruno Mars and everyone in the room was enjoying it. They played a couple of more songs before Justin stopped the show and took over the mic.
I hurried up the stairs to my room to get started on my makeup and Liam hurried to plug in my hair curler so it would be ready for me by the time I got done with everything else. The dance started at 7 and it was already 5:30. Oli had said he’d drop by to pick me up around 6:45 which meant I had an hour and fifteen minutes to get ready.
I rummaged through my makeup drawer, looking for my gold eye shadow and black liquid eyeliner. I did a wing-eyed line and then applied cherry red lipstick on. I very-carefully applied my mascara so my eye lashes would be long and thick without looking like spider legs, then I curled them up a bit. I picked up a necklace with a small leaf, changed my plugs into my black ones with glitter and then proceeded to go to my closet and change. I stripped out of my clothes and put the red dress on, yelling for Liam to come zip me up and help me with my hair. “Liam, come zip me!”
“Coming!” He zipped me up and we made our way to the bathroom where the hair curler was. The thing about Liam was that no matter how cool and popular he was, he’d still help me with anything. Including learning how to braid, curl, or straighten hair just so he could help. He had mastered curling my entire hair in just a bit under forty minutes. “Do you want it up or down?”
“Down, I want it to be long.” He finished up and then we rushed to his room to get him ready. I went through his closet and pulled out each item he should wear as he was changing into it. Liam wasn’t going to be attending the Fall Ball, he was going to be attending a party in the upper part of town, and he couldn’t show up with his tattoos everywhere and looking like, what he and his friends liked calling it, a thug.
“A’ight, how do I look?” He sprayed some cologne. He looked decent and a bit intimidating, which was perfect because it meant he’d have girls coming in every direction.
“You look great!” I said excitedly. I handed him his coat and he handed me mine. We headed downstairs right after I took one more look in the mirror. I was satisfied with how I looked and was even more anxious for the Ball.
“Okay, quick rules,” Liam sighed, as he handed me my clutch. “Keep your phone at all times, shoot me a couple of texts every now and then so I know you’re okay, and most importantly, if anything happens, you call me, no questions asked.”
“Alright, alright,” I said playfully smacking him on the arm. “You’ll be home tonight, right?”
“Of course. I’m not gonna leave you alone, tonight of all nights.” We heard a honk outside, so we headed and out and parted ways. Oli looked absolutely gorgeous, but even then it wasn’t him who I caught myself thinking of. He didn’t have the right goofy smile, the right look, and the right attitude.
By the time we got to the Ball, it was already packed. Bands who were playing the dance where either getting ready to set up, packing their things, or already on stage. They switched fast. I spotted my friends across the room, but tonight I was with Oli, which meant I’d be with him and his friends most of the evening. I didn’t mind it much, but I they weren’t as funny as my friends.
“Would you like to dance?” Oli turned to me, while the other guys carried on with their conversations. “We don’t have to… I just figured you’d enjoy that a lot better. Besides, we’ll be on stage here soon.”
“Uh, no, no, that sounds great. Dancing would be great,” I smiled. We headed to the dance floor hand in hand and danced for what seemed like an eternity. We made small talk, laughed, and made fools of ourselves, but even that didn’t stop me from dancing. I was having such a great time that when it was Oli’s turn to go on stage, I was a bit disappointed.
All of the bands were doing covers of pop songs, since the school didn’t find it appropriate to be going wild on stage. I laughed as they played because they looked slightly annoyed and uncomfortable. Matt and Jordan, their keyboardist/ backing vocals guy, turned to look at me and I grinned because I’d been caught red handed. They shot me a finger and I faked being hurt.
“Having a good time?” I heard from behind me. I turned to find Jesse.
“Yeah, yeah, actually. Basically just laughing at them,” I smiled. He smiled back and stood there with me. Soon after everyone else showed up.
“Alright guys! We’re gonna slow things down,” Oli spoke into the mic, “so grab that special lady, or grab any lady and make this a night to remember. This next song is a cover of Jason Mraz, ‘I won’t give up!’ ”
They started the song and everyone turned to their dates. I stood there awkwardly because this was one of my favorite songs and my date just had to be the one singing it. “Would you like to dance?” I heard Justin’s low husky voice beside me. I glanced at him and nodded. He took my hand and let me into the middle of the dance floor. It felt so right to have him so close, one hand on my waste, mine of his back, and our other hands intertwined. He placed my head on his shoulder and he lowered his so that his lips were in perfect position to my ears, and began to sing,
“Well, I won’t give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I’m giving you all my love
I’m still looking up
And when you’re needing your space
To do some navigating
I’ll be here patiently waiting
To see what you find
‘Cause even the stars they burn
Some even fall to the earth
We’ve got a lot to learn
God knows we’re worth it
No, I won’t give up”
I shut my eyes not knowing what else to do. The moment felt perfect and everything melted away. I was no longer angry or hurt or anything except happy. I didn’t know how someone could make me so happy that I lost every care in the world. When the song was over, we didn’t part. We just stood there, hugging. “I’m so sorry, Fiona. You have no idea how much.”
“I’m sorry, too.” I said and he hugged me tighter.
“Look, we have to go on stage, but after the Ball would you like to hang out?” he asked hopeful as we let go.
“Of course,” I smiled. We hugged one last time before he rushed off to set up his bass. I met Oli by the side of the staged and he was laughing and smiling with his friends. “Hey, you guys did great.”
“Oh, yeah, so great,” Lee Malia, their guitarist, said, “It’s probably the worst gig we’ve ever booked, but hey, as long as we have our instruments and each other, it doesn’t matter.” The all laughed and got into a group hug, pulling me in with them. They were all a bit sweaty and smelly and I was suffocating, but laughing.
“Jesus, you guys are in need of showers, asap!”
“Oh, c’mere,” Oli and Matt Kean, their bassist, said and pulled me into yet another hug, which was soon followed by everyone else.
“Alright, alright, guys. Let go, this dress was expensive,” I laughed, “Plus Sleeping With Sirens is about to hit the stage, c’mon!” I grabbed both of the Matt’s hands and pulled them close to the stage with me, everyone else following. Kellin was in the middle of covering the clean version of “Fuck you” by Bruno Mars and everyone in the room was enjoying it. They played a couple of more songs before Justin stopped the show and took over the mic.
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1/23/14