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Part III
Mia’s POV
I was really starting to freak out about this date after I’d dropped Melody off at her house. What would I wear, what would I say, what if something happened, what if someone saw us? It was weird. I’d never been like this before. But then again, I’d never been on a date before either.
I quietly shut my bedroom door and swung open my closet door. Most of the things I owned were black, and weren’t really date-appropriate. But we were going to a concert. I still had to look nice though.
I decided on a light denim skirt that I’d forgotten that I’d even owned, since it was way back in my closet. Now I just needed a shirt of some sort.
I picked out a black top that had “Rock And Roll” in diamonds on it. I pulled off my clothes and pulled on the tank-top, quickly realizing this wasn’t going to fly. My arms. They were cut and I couldn’t have Joe knowing about that, not right now at least.
I found a light-weight long sleeved shirt that had guitars on it. It was grey, and the guitars were all different colors, like green, pink, purple, blue, etcetera. Now my arms were covered, and well, there was nothing to hide on my legs. And I wouldn’t want to hide my legs, because they were pretty fantastic.
But now I needed shoes, accessories, hair, makeup…Wow. Was this what going on a date was like? And this was just before going, the preparations. I’d hate to see those girls that go out like, every night.
I chose my favorite pair of Converse high tops that were a navy blue. I pulled my un-natural black hair up into a clip, and put on a light lip gloss. I needed eye make up too, but all I had was black. I guess a girl’s gotta do what I girl’s gotta do. I smoothly applied some of my black eye shadow to my eye lids, and some of my eye liner too. I actually made it look kind of hot, and not goth.
“Mom” I said walking down stairs. “What is it Mia?” she called from the kitchen.
I casually walked into the kitchen like there was nothing different about the way that I looked.
“Mia” she gasped. “You look so pretty” she said, looking like she’d cry any minute. “Mom, don’t cry.” I begged. “I’m not going to. You just look, well, like you used to” she said. I knew that Mom and Dad hated the way I dressed and stuff, and I’m not saying I was a huge fan either. The way I looked right now, minus the hair, was how I used to dress all the time. My hair was naturally dirty-blonde. My mother nearly had a heart-attach when I came home with black hair, shocked that ‘I’d’ given up my beautiful dirty blonde hair. I had to tell them that I had died it black, because, well, I was threatened if I told them otherwise.
“Thanks” I mumbled. “Why are you so, well, dressed up?” she asked. “I’m going out tonight” I said coolly. “Really?” Mom perked up even more. I nodded. “With, this guy, who’s in a band. I good band though. Like, he’s the lead singer, and he’s really sweet” I said quickly. “What’s his name?” Mom asked. “Joe. Joe Jonas” I told her. “Wait, Jonas? Like, Jonas Brothers?” Mom asked. Mom was a fan too, I’d gotten her hooked. “Yeah. He, um, asked me out at the mall. We’re going to dinner and to see Toxic Vomit” I said. Mom raised her eyebrow. “You’re going to see Toxic Vomit? Gross” Mom said. I laughed. “No Mom. Toxic Vomit is a band” I told her. “Oh” she said embarrassed. “Sorry about that. So when is he picking you up?” she asked. “6:30” I said. It was now 6:20. 10 more minutes.
