Healing my Heart: Book 2 - My Heart Series by Aleya Michelle Page A
Authors: Aleya Michelle
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and relaxed attitude. This girl makes friends everywhere she goes.
“Our work here is done. Now for the outfits, let’s go home and work our magic,” I tell her as I collect the box and think of the hair and make-up we will need for our characters.
The DJ is coming at six to set up. We have chosen mostly seventies music, obviously sticking to the theme. Gotta love doing things on the internet these days, clicking each song choice was supper easy.
But of course we add our own nineties songs as it wouldn’t be a party without our modern dance and pop favourites mixed into the playlist.
I busily set Jemma ’s hair for her in tight rollers, of course going for the sandy from Grease look.
Thank god mine just needs a few curls with my GHD hair straightener and hair spray. I mean what hippie has perfect hair?
I hear my phone beep.
I’ll be over in an hour beautiful, I love you.
It ’s from Dylan.
Shit its four thirty, he ’s cutting it pretty close as he still needs to put his costume on and we need to leave at six.
Okay no later though as we need to leave x
I text back to him.
I take my dress off the hanger and lay it on the bed, admiring the brightness and beaming colours and patterns. Psychedelic, what a fun era it would have been to live in.
I actually wanted to dress up as Carrie, complete with blood make-up and be all gory. But Jem wasn’t impressed. “Save it for Halloween,” she told me well actually ordered me.
I spend time and fix my hair adding around ten curls on top and apply plenty of hair spray to make them last the night, and then I add the headband that is the same funky pattern as my dress.
I do my make up with bright blue and silver shimmers on my lids, and dark liner and add my glue on fake lashes that enhance the length and style of them.
I hear a knock at the door. I run to let Dylan in so I can get him dressed and ready and throw on my own dress.
I open it to see him all dressed up in his dark jeans and coloured shirt, wondering why he went to the effort.
“ Hey gorgeous.” I am greeted by a handsome Dylan and those baby blue eyes. “You look nice, but you better go change. Your outfit is hanging on my door,” I say to him kissing his cheek.
“ I’m not dressing up Roxy,” Dylan tells me matter-of-factly.
“ Yes you are. I picked up your outfit earlier so go and change,” I state to him not letting him weasel his way out.
“ Dressing up is stupid and I’m not doing it,” he tells me just adding fuel to the fire.
“ Are you kidding me? My best friend is having a fancy dress party that you already have a costume for and you won’t fucking wear it?” I ask him trying to wrap my head around his negativity.
“ End of story. I’m not wearing the stupid costume!” he shouts.
“ Fine!” I shout back. “No point in you even coming then!” I yell angrily, so annoyed he is spoiling Jemma’s event for me.
“ If that is what you want then I won’t!” he yells and trudges out the front door slamming it behind him. I realise he didn’t even get past the lounge room this time without an episode.
“ Arrrrrhgghh!” I scream. I’m so fucking over his childish and pathetic behaviour.
“ What the hell was that?” Jemma asks me as her and Dam come out of her room in their outfits.
“ Fucking Dylan who else!” I tell her angrily. “He’s not coming tonight,” I tell her trying not to dull her mood. “I hope you don’t mind.”
“ Oh Rox, all I care about is you sweetheart,” my beautiful BFF tells me hugging me tight.
I ’m in awe of how fantastic she looks. “You look amazing by the way Jem, or is it Sandy?”
She is looking smoking hot in her black satin jumpsuit, red shoes and belt, cleavage pushed up in her top. Her hair looks perfect, bob style in blonde shorter curls.
“Tell me about it stud,” she tells me just the way sandy says it in Grease .
“ Ha ha I love it, in character mode!” I answer her giggling. “I hope you are ready to
“Our work here is done. Now for the outfits, let’s go home and work our magic,” I tell her as I collect the box and think of the hair and make-up we will need for our characters.
The DJ is coming at six to set up. We have chosen mostly seventies music, obviously sticking to the theme. Gotta love doing things on the internet these days, clicking each song choice was supper easy.
But of course we add our own nineties songs as it wouldn’t be a party without our modern dance and pop favourites mixed into the playlist.
I busily set Jemma ’s hair for her in tight rollers, of course going for the sandy from Grease look.
Thank god mine just needs a few curls with my GHD hair straightener and hair spray. I mean what hippie has perfect hair?
I hear my phone beep.
I’ll be over in an hour beautiful, I love you.
It ’s from Dylan.
Shit its four thirty, he ’s cutting it pretty close as he still needs to put his costume on and we need to leave at six.
Okay no later though as we need to leave x
I text back to him.
I take my dress off the hanger and lay it on the bed, admiring the brightness and beaming colours and patterns. Psychedelic, what a fun era it would have been to live in.
I actually wanted to dress up as Carrie, complete with blood make-up and be all gory. But Jem wasn’t impressed. “Save it for Halloween,” she told me well actually ordered me.
I spend time and fix my hair adding around ten curls on top and apply plenty of hair spray to make them last the night, and then I add the headband that is the same funky pattern as my dress.
I do my make up with bright blue and silver shimmers on my lids, and dark liner and add my glue on fake lashes that enhance the length and style of them.
I hear a knock at the door. I run to let Dylan in so I can get him dressed and ready and throw on my own dress.
I open it to see him all dressed up in his dark jeans and coloured shirt, wondering why he went to the effort.
“ Hey gorgeous.” I am greeted by a handsome Dylan and those baby blue eyes. “You look nice, but you better go change. Your outfit is hanging on my door,” I say to him kissing his cheek.
“ I’m not dressing up Roxy,” Dylan tells me matter-of-factly.
“ Yes you are. I picked up your outfit earlier so go and change,” I state to him not letting him weasel his way out.
“ Dressing up is stupid and I’m not doing it,” he tells me just adding fuel to the fire.
“ Are you kidding me? My best friend is having a fancy dress party that you already have a costume for and you won’t fucking wear it?” I ask him trying to wrap my head around his negativity.
“ End of story. I’m not wearing the stupid costume!” he shouts.
“ Fine!” I shout back. “No point in you even coming then!” I yell angrily, so annoyed he is spoiling Jemma’s event for me.
“ If that is what you want then I won’t!” he yells and trudges out the front door slamming it behind him. I realise he didn’t even get past the lounge room this time without an episode.
“ Arrrrrhgghh!” I scream. I’m so fucking over his childish and pathetic behaviour.
“ What the hell was that?” Jemma asks me as her and Dam come out of her room in their outfits.
“ Fucking Dylan who else!” I tell her angrily. “He’s not coming tonight,” I tell her trying not to dull her mood. “I hope you don’t mind.”
“ Oh Rox, all I care about is you sweetheart,” my beautiful BFF tells me hugging me tight.
I ’m in awe of how fantastic she looks. “You look amazing by the way Jem, or is it Sandy?”
She is looking smoking hot in her black satin jumpsuit, red shoes and belt, cleavage pushed up in her top. Her hair looks perfect, bob style in blonde shorter curls.
“Tell me about it stud,” she tells me just the way sandy says it in Grease .
“ Ha ha I love it, in character mode!” I answer her giggling. “I hope you are ready to
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