Continuation. Feel free to crit!!
Part 2
The next day I woke at six thirty, just as the spring sun was rising. I sat by my dressing table, riffling through my makeup bag. I fingered my electric blue eye liner, feeling like this would belong to a completely different person; the person I used to be. The person I was before I fell in love.
His eyes were a green colour, with rich chocolate brown erupting from the pupils. They always glowed with adventure and excitement, but that night they burnt with it.
Sarah and I walked round to John’s house party in late February. It was bitter cold and we rushed into the house, happy to be greeted by warmth, thumping music, the smell of pizza and John himself.
“Hi,” we chorused, shouting over the noise.
“Lovely ladies! Welcome to my castle!” John laughed, air kissing us both. He was obviously drunk, but I didn’t mind. I wasn’t into drinking more than a small glass but it didn’t bother me that others were.
“Where’s that cousin of yours?” I asked, handing him his birthday card.
John pointed to the living room and left us as the doorbell rang.
“I’m going to find Tilly. She’s staying late tonight so I’ll get a lift home with her,” Sarah yelled over the music.
“Cool.” I squeezed her arm and we split.
I wandered into the living room, where I had only ever visited once before, a year ago when I had spent an afternoon with his family.
I scanned the room and pushed my way through people, stopping occasionally to say hello to school friends, but I was desperate to see him.
And there he was. Leaning sexily against the wall, a glass of coke in one hand, a letter in the other, talking to Tilly and Cal.
“Well?” I inquired when I reached him. He smiled at me then shrugged casually.
“Win some loose some,” he said. He was holding the letter that would tell him if a top broadcaster of a teenage programme were going to use his script or not. I sighed; frustrated with the playful look on his face and so I poked him in the ribs.
“Tell me! Will they do it?”
He took my hand and I knew. I nodded, he nodded, I screamed, we hugged and then we kissed. An excited rough kiss.
“Tom that’s fantastic. You’re a proper playwright now!”
Tom handed me a glass of coke as I spoke to my other two friends. Sarah stumbled across us and complained at the fact that she hadn’t just come with me in the first place.
“You alright?” Tom asked her.
“Yeah, I’m cool. So, Tom, what did they say?” Sarah replied.
“He got it!” I exclaimed excitedly, jumping up and down, completely forgetting that I was wearing my best dress. I watched in horror as the coke flew up into the air and as gravity pulled it back down, only for half of it to land on my new gorgeous dress.
“Jeez, Lyla, watch it,” Cal laughed, taking a step back.
“Oh, your dress!” squealed Tilly. Sarah shook her head and dabbed at my dress with a napkin.
“She’s too over excited,” Tom said, taking my now empty glass away from me and setting it down on a table. “Come on, Vanish should get rid of that.” Tom took my hand and led me away.
A knock on my bedroom door snatched me out of my reverie. Mum poked her head round the door and her eyes widened in shock when she saw me sat at the dressing table.
“Oh, you’re awake,” she said as she shuffled into the room.
I smiled feebly and pointed to my uniform, spread out on the bed.
“I’m up and ready to go to school.”
Mum tucked her copper brown hair behind her ear. She had thick lustrous curls which I had inherited. She looked nervous now. Come to think of it, she looked nervous all the time now. I watched her perch herself on the edge of my bed and as she smoothed out my trousers.
“Lyla…”
“Mmm,” I replied, choosing to just put some foundation and mascara on rather than slap loads of makeup on.
“Listen.”
I nodded and glanced in the mirror. I stood up and started getting dressed, noticing that my trousers pulled around my waist.
“I’ve booked you an appointment with the doctor.”
The words sank through my body, leaving a sickening feeling. I wanted to speak but my mouth was dry. Finally I pushed a word out.
“What?”
