Chapter One.
And If I Can't Find Somebody.
The annoying beeping of the alarm clock slowly pulled me out of my sleep. I was fighting of course, not wanting to get up in the morning as usual. I would have punched the alarm clock, but I knew that this was my only one, and it would most likely hurt my hand, if I managed to even hit it. Being as tired as I was, I would be more likely to miss, slamming my hand against the hard table next to my bed. After a few minutes of being too tired to even open my eyes, let alone move my hand to turn the alarm off, I finnally opened them. I instantly regretted looking over at the clock, seeing that it was eight ninteen in the morning. I had been lying in bed, with the sound in my ears, for about four minutes. Not my idea of fun.
I took the next big step, after turning my alarm off. It took some time, but I finally managed to pull my stiff body out of the bed. Without even bothering to make my bed, I pulled myself grogily to the bathroom, turning the shower on, as I went to my closet. Waiting for the water to warm up, I pulled out some clothes randomly, putting them on the ground neatly. I would look at them after being fully awake, deciding if I had actually pulled out a decent outfit. I probably didn't.
When I had managed to finish my shower, I sighed a deep breath of releif, before turning the water off. It felt good to actually be warm again, and not cold like the morning normally hit me as. I walked over to the clothes that I had pulled out earlier, shaking my head slowly. I had pulled out a pink shirt, and a pair of pink gym shorts .Way too girly for me. I looked over at the clothes again, taking more time than I had earlier this morning to choose out an outfit. I finally managed to settle for a black low-rise shirt, with a black laced tank top underneath it. I pulled on a purple jacket, with black stripes running along it. My jeans were a darkwash straight leg, making my legs look longer than they really were. And on my feet, I had on a pair of old school black converse. One of the shoes was adorned by a rainbow shoelace, tied in the classical manner. The other shoe had on a black shoelace, which was tied in a bow around my ankle.
As I walked back to my room, I pulled out my hair straightener out of my drawer, plugging it into the socket in the wall. Turning it on, I looked into the mirror. My short, chocolate brown hair was wet, clinging to my face. My pale complextion made the brown hair seem almost black, looking as if it was only a shade or two less than black. My babydoll lips were pale as well, with only a slight tint of pink. As if somebody has put a drop of red food coloring into a tall glass of water, barely any color at all. These were all seen through my light, silver-blue eyes, one slightly bigger than the other. Well, makeup could hide that, even if it wasn't that visible from a distance.
The beeping of my hair straightener signaled to me that it was on, as I picked it up. I was careful with it, this time. I had burned myself far too many times, in my hair heating life. Infact, I had a dark scar on my wrist, from when I used to curl my hair. Well, that wasn't caused by me. I was in sixth grade, when my friend offered to curl my hair for me. Of course, I agreed, since even at the younge age, sha was amazing at doing hair. Well, the curler had managed to unplug itself from the wall numerous times. Around the nineteenth time that it had happened, she turned to see what exactly was the problem. I had also looked over as well, putting my hand untop of the counter as I looked. Not knowing that my arm was there, my best friend put the curler down, causing me to sqeak in pain. I never did forgive her for that. Well, I did. I just love to rub it into her face, when she tells me that she would never hurt me. Yeah. Sure you wont hurt me now. But look at what you did to me earlier in life.
About an hour and a half later, my hair was completly straight. It was short, of course. But it was also extremely thick, making up for the lack of hair there. It was something I took pride in. But it was also something that I managed to hate, when I wanted to get ready as soon as possible. I used to be able to let my hair air dry, and leave it natural after running a brush through it a couple times. But now, since my hair was so short, going down to just touching the tips of my shoulders, it just didn't look right when it was curly. Whatever, I liked it straight anyways.
It took me about half an hour more to put on all my makeup. I had to put on around five layers of foundation, trying to get it to match my skin tone exactly. Not an easy task, for me. Of course I had tried those foundations that adjusted to fit my skin shade exactly. But they always showed up in my pores, something that always made me self concious. So here I was, with around five different shades of foundation, forming to make the same one that was on my face. After I was satisfied with the foundation, I had put on my eyeshadow. On the top lid was a smear of silver eyeshadow, the crease a light grey shade. On the top, was only a slight tint of white, bringing some shine into my face. I smeared on some light pink lipgloss, before I was satisfied of the reflection.
Today would be a big day for me.
You see, my sister was getting married in a month and a half. Her fiance, none other than my own ex-boyfriend, Shane. To make matters worse, I had no date to the wedding. Of course, being the person I was, I refused to be embarresed infront of Shane, arriving to the wedding alone. That, was why I was hiring a date to the wedding. I know it wasn't exactly the right thing to do. But what else would I do? All my guy friends were already taken for the wedding day, so I couldn't use them. And I wasn't about to just give up and arrive to the wedding alone. So I asked my best friend, Shayla, yes the same one who burned my wrist, to see if any of her friends were open, and willing to pretend to be my boyfriend. She has a sly smirk on when I asked her. Then, she gave me the name that I was not familiar with at all, though she most likely knew something that I did not. The name exactly?
Mr. Paul Kevin Jonas II.
