Laddie
Chapter 8
SHIT!
I only had an hour and a half to get ready! Now, I’m not the kind of person to take 5 hours to get ready to go out, but a girl needs at least an hour or two! I rushed into my bathroom, quickly stripping my clothes off after I turned the knob in the shower and water started pouring from the shower head. I then flicked on the switch that turned the overhead fan on and stepped into the stream of warm water, sliding the glass door close behind me.
I took my time in the shower, but I was obviously still rushing a bit. I used my favorite (and only) shampoo and conditioner that smelled like lemons, along with my cucumber smelling body wash. Once I was all clean, I hopped out of the shower and walked into my bedroom, looking at my alarm clock.
7:00 p.m.
Oh thank God I thought as I sighed in relief. I dried myself off and wrapped my hair up in the towel. I sat on my bed and picked up my favorite body lotion that smelled like lemongrass and tea leaves. It was heaven in a bottle. I tipped the bottle upside down and squeezed. A small amount came out and I placed the bottle down, rubbed my hands together, and applied the lotion to my arms. I repeated the same process with my legs, chest, shoulders, and of course, my butt.
After I was all lubed up and smelling like lemon grass and tea leaves, I glanced at the clock again.
7:20 p.m.
I sat up and walked over to my dresser and changed into a bra and a pair of underwear. I had my iPod attached to a little mini speaker that my Mom bought me a while back for Christmas. I loved that thing. I turned on the speaker and selected the song of my choosing.
“Turn my headphones up. Louder. Uh huh. Uh huh.” Kanye’s voice rang out through the speaker. As he spat out his first verse, I rapped with him, saying “LOL LOL LOL White America.” with a huge smile on my face. “Watch The Throne” was my shit. I didn't like a lot of Jay-Z’s and Kanye’s stuff (I was more of an Eminem and Drake fan myself), but “Watch The Throne” was absolutely genius.
I pulled out my blow dryer, unwrapped my hair from the towel, turned on the heat, and began drying my hair. Jay-Z first line came out for his first verse and I couldn’t help myself. I said “What’s up mother fucker, where my money at?” along with him and I made a mock kissy face at my reflection the mirror.
Once my hair was dry, I started applying my makeup. I decided not to go all out, since Laddie wasn’t special to me or anything…
Right?
I applied primer to my face, especially under my eyes, for I had some small dark circles. I then grabbed my concealer brush and put a thin layer of concealer on, dabbing the brush under my eyes for more coverage in that area. I then added a bit of lightly tinted powder to give my face a smooth look. I put some eye shadow in my lids, not too much though. I added a few strokes of blush to my cheeks and a couple of brushes through my lashed with some mascara. I then put some liquid eyeliner on my lids above my lash line and (after several minutes of me applying and reapplying the eyeliner because come on, ain't nobody on this planet gets their liquid liner right the first time. And to those people who do have that gift of perfection: Fuck you!) for the final touch, I put on some chapstic on my lips.
I gazed at myself in the mirror and smiled. I felt pretty. I saw the reflection on the clock and my eyes widened.
7:49 p.m.
SHIT!
I hadn’t even figured out what to wear! I screamed in my head. “Oh fuck it!” I cursed as I raced back into the bathroom and grabbed the clothes that I had worn today at the flower shop with Amy. I quickly put the outfit on, apply a few swipes of deodorant under my arms, sprayed two spritz of perfume (which I had bought about a year ago as my one splurge item I got every year. Since then, I've only used it for special occasions, like going on a date for this instance.) on my wrists and rubbed them on my neck down to my chest, for the shirt I was wearing revealed a tiny bit of cleavage, but not much.
I brushed my hair a couple of times before I took one final look at myself in the mirror. I look good I reassured myself. But what I couldn’t settle in my mind was why in the Hell was I so skittish about tonight? It’s just a date! A simple, stupid fucking date! I reminded myself. I turned off my speaker and my iPod. I placed my iPod and a pair of ear buds in the right front pocket of my shorts. It was a habit that I had acquired over the years. It was just in case things got weird, I had my music.
I grabbed my favorite pair of shoes; my black converse low tops, and walked out of my bedroom and into the living room. I put on my shoes, unlocked my front door, grabbed “The Adventures of Tom Sawyer”, and flopped onto the couch. My phone was fully charged and on the coffee table. I was ready.
I hoped that reading would ease my Goddamn nerves. I was about halfway through the page when I heard a knock at the door. I looked over to the clock that was on the VCR that was under the TV.
8:01 p.m.
I took a deep breath, for I knew who had knocked at my door this time. Laddie. “It’s open.” I called out. Not a moment later, the door opened to reveal a blonde haired, blue eyed Irish boy with a friendly smile plastered on his face.
Well... Here goes nothing.
I only had an hour and a half to get ready! Now, I’m not the kind of person to take 5 hours to get ready to go out, but a girl needs at least an hour or two! I rushed into my bathroom, quickly stripping my clothes off after I turned the knob in the shower and water started pouring from the shower head. I then flicked on the switch that turned the overhead fan on and stepped into the stream of warm water, sliding the glass door close behind me.
I took my time in the shower, but I was obviously still rushing a bit. I used my favorite (and only) shampoo and conditioner that smelled like lemons, along with my cucumber smelling body wash. Once I was all clean, I hopped out of the shower and walked into my bedroom, looking at my alarm clock.
7:00 p.m.
Oh thank God I thought as I sighed in relief. I dried myself off and wrapped my hair up in the towel. I sat on my bed and picked up my favorite body lotion that smelled like lemongrass and tea leaves. It was heaven in a bottle. I tipped the bottle upside down and squeezed. A small amount came out and I placed the bottle down, rubbed my hands together, and applied the lotion to my arms. I repeated the same process with my legs, chest, shoulders, and of course, my butt.
After I was all lubed up and smelling like lemon grass and tea leaves, I glanced at the clock again.
7:20 p.m.
I sat up and walked over to my dresser and changed into a bra and a pair of underwear. I had my iPod attached to a little mini speaker that my Mom bought me a while back for Christmas. I loved that thing. I turned on the speaker and selected the song of my choosing.
“Turn my headphones up. Louder. Uh huh. Uh huh.” Kanye’s voice rang out through the speaker. As he spat out his first verse, I rapped with him, saying “LOL LOL LOL White America.” with a huge smile on my face. “Watch The Throne” was my shit. I didn't like a lot of Jay-Z’s and Kanye’s stuff (I was more of an Eminem and Drake fan myself), but “Watch The Throne” was absolutely genius.
I pulled out my blow dryer, unwrapped my hair from the towel, turned on the heat, and began drying my hair. Jay-Z first line came out for his first verse and I couldn’t help myself. I said “What’s up mother fucker, where my money at?” along with him and I made a mock kissy face at my reflection the mirror.
Once my hair was dry, I started applying my makeup. I decided not to go all out, since Laddie wasn’t special to me or anything…
Right?
I applied primer to my face, especially under my eyes, for I had some small dark circles. I then grabbed my concealer brush and put a thin layer of concealer on, dabbing the brush under my eyes for more coverage in that area. I then added a bit of lightly tinted powder to give my face a smooth look. I put some eye shadow in my lids, not too much though. I added a few strokes of blush to my cheeks and a couple of brushes through my lashed with some mascara. I then put some liquid eyeliner on my lids above my lash line and (after several minutes of me applying and reapplying the eyeliner because come on, ain't nobody on this planet gets their liquid liner right the first time. And to those people who do have that gift of perfection: Fuck you!) for the final touch, I put on some chapstic on my lips.
I gazed at myself in the mirror and smiled. I felt pretty. I saw the reflection on the clock and my eyes widened.
7:49 p.m.
SHIT!
I hadn’t even figured out what to wear! I screamed in my head. “Oh fuck it!” I cursed as I raced back into the bathroom and grabbed the clothes that I had worn today at the flower shop with Amy. I quickly put the outfit on, apply a few swipes of deodorant under my arms, sprayed two spritz of perfume (which I had bought about a year ago as my one splurge item I got every year. Since then, I've only used it for special occasions, like going on a date for this instance.) on my wrists and rubbed them on my neck down to my chest, for the shirt I was wearing revealed a tiny bit of cleavage, but not much.
I brushed my hair a couple of times before I took one final look at myself in the mirror. I look good I reassured myself. But what I couldn’t settle in my mind was why in the Hell was I so skittish about tonight? It’s just a date! A simple, stupid fucking date! I reminded myself. I turned off my speaker and my iPod. I placed my iPod and a pair of ear buds in the right front pocket of my shorts. It was a habit that I had acquired over the years. It was just in case things got weird, I had my music.
I grabbed my favorite pair of shoes; my black converse low tops, and walked out of my bedroom and into the living room. I put on my shoes, unlocked my front door, grabbed “The Adventures of Tom Sawyer”, and flopped onto the couch. My phone was fully charged and on the coffee table. I was ready.
I hoped that reading would ease my Goddamn nerves. I was about halfway through the page when I heard a knock at the door. I looked over to the clock that was on the VCR that was under the TV.
8:01 p.m.
I took a deep breath, for I knew who had knocked at my door this time. Laddie. “It’s open.” I called out. Not a moment later, the door opened to reveal a blonde haired, blue eyed Irish boy with a friendly smile plastered on his face.
Well... Here goes nothing.
Notes
Hey guys! I know this chapter is short but I thought Abby's preparation should have its own little segment before we get to the nitty-gritty of her and Niall's date! Sorry it took so long! I promise you that the next chapter is going to be much longer and have much more detail!
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Awesome to hear you're still alive :P Laddie is possibly my favourite fanfiction at the moment, so it's good to hear there will be updates soon! :D
I absolutely believe that quality is better than quantity. If you're late to update because you took the extra time to get everything right, pretty much everyone will forgive you, and they won't remember it was late by the next update. But if you rush something, everyone will be able to see a bad chapter. So yeah, take all the time you need :)
Filler chapters are good too. They contain little snippets of plot/character development, and they space out the drama filled chapters (I mean, in real life, not every day has a big, crazy event - we all have our filler days at work!).
So basically, keep doing what you're doing, and we'll love it <3
4/29/14