You smacked Alfred up the head as ‘YOU LOSE’ flashes across your screen. “Jerk!”
“Ha I win!”
“This is co-op mode!”
You moved your earphones from your head and turned to look at your best friend. “So I heard (name you hate) is going to ask you out. What’s up with that?”
Alfred unplugged himself from his game and chuckled, “Yeah.”
Pulling your knees up to your chest you asked, “What ya gonna say?”
Your best friend shrugged, “Don’t know. She’s kinda a b**ch and not my type.”
Tugging nervously at your baggy sweats you asked, “What is your type?”
“Hmm…damsel in distress,” Alfred said, “cause’ I’m the hero!” Jumping out of his chair he hit his head on your low ceiling. “Dude…”
Looking down at your cloths you felt your heart drop; you were defiantly not his type. You liked to play video games and play sports. You didn’t dress up; in fact sometimes people sometimes mistook you for a guy because of the way you dressed.
Maybe it was time for a change.
“Eliza, are you sure this is necessary?” you asked as your friend applied makeup.
“I thought the same thing, hon,” said Elizabeta, “but it’s so worth it. Roderich told me I was pretty!”
You groaned as she put some blush on your cheeks. “You sure this will get Alfred to notice me?”
“For sure!” Feliks called from his closet, “Oh this will so fit you!” He ran out with a pink strapless knee length dress. “What do you think?”
“She loves it!” Feliks cheered.
Time skip again…
“Like, get out of the car, ___________,” Feliks demanded.
“Pol, is that __________ in the car? Alfred has been looking for her,” said Toris.
Feliks sighed, “Yeah, but I, like, can’t get her to get out of the car.”
Toris sighed, “You know ___________ it’s only a matter of time before Alfred finds you. He said something about a new spot on the football team…”
The door of the car opened quickly, “Really? Is he gonna try out?”
You turned to see the object of your affections running to you. ‘Crap…’ you thought.
His expression changed from overly excited, to shocked. “Dude…when did you become a chick?”
“Heh heh,” you chuckled nervously. “What do you think?”
Alfred scratched his neck edgily, “I kinda liked you the way you were before…”
Your expression fell, “Oh…WELL MAKE UP YOUR MIND ALREADY!” You snapped and ran off to the girl’s bathroom.
“Dude…what’s wrong with her?”
Feliks huffed, “She, like, totes has a crush on you. That’s why she, like, got all dressed up and stuff.”
To the bathroom…
‘This isn’t me,’ you thought angrily as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Angrily you wiped away any reminisce of the makeup from your face. The heels that had been making your feet ache came off next. In your backpack you dug out your sweatshirt and a pair of jeans.
Without any grace you picked the bobby pins out of your hair and ran your fingers through it.
‘This is me,’ you thought smiling when you saw yourself in the mirror. ‘I shouldn’t have to change to get Alfred’s attention.’
With that you left the bathroom with your head held high.
A few girls who had seen you come in in a dress stared at you.
“What happened?” Eliza asked.
You shrugged, “Just wasn’t me.”
“Wanna watch me try out for football later?” he said with that make-your-heart-melt smile of his.
“Sure,” you said.
He put his arm around your shoulders and shouted, “Alright my girl is back!”
Your cheeks reddened slightly as he called you ‘his girl’.
He kissed your temple, “You know I like you the way you are right, ___________?”
Alfred nodded, “Want to go out for a burger after tryouts?”
“I’d like that.”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” a despaired voice called from behind you. You turned to see Feliks kneeling on the floor with his arms stretched dramatically to you, “My master piece is ruined!”