- Streets of Gold // 3OH!3
[Collab with @jasmynnn who is super lovely and stuff yo!]
I crossed my arms with a sigh, levelling a glare at Ryan though I knew it would be useless. We were standing outside some salon in Boston, to get my make-up done. Something I was perfectly capable of doing myself thank you very much except for the fact Ryan had insisted unless I got it done professionally he wouldn’t be taking me with him, so here we were.
“This is stupid you know.” I said, in a last ditch attempt to get out of this. It wouldn’t work though.
“Humor me,” He shrugged, leaning against his motorbike, “I’ll pick you up when you’re done.” Probably wanted to make sure I didn’t skive off, he’d probably be watching me in as well.
“You want me to get my make-up done then you’re going to pick me up on the bike?” I asked skeptically, that would make this even more redundant.
“Then I guess I’ll bring the Porsche,” he shrugged nonchalantly before pointing his finger towards the door, “Now go.” He said sternly, reminding me of my dad on the rare opportunity he chose to put his foot down.
“I hate you,” I muttered, barely refraining from stomping into the salon. As the door opened with a chime I looked around taking in my surroundings. I noticed one blonde girl in particular, bleached by the look of it, I was sure I’d seen her before but I couldn’t be sure and I didn’t particularly care.
Of course after going to the counter and talking to the girl there it turned out I’d probably find out. Bailey, as the blonde was called, was apparently doing my make-up today. Joy of joys.
She’d taken me over to the seat thing, and no it wasn’t as scary as that sounded in my head when I figured out where I knew her from, she lived in the same apartment building as Shane and Basil and wow wasn’t that place the centre of my life now or something.
“Hi,” I said cheerfully to her then, although a bit belatedly it was never too late for politeness.
“Hello.” She greeted sounding kind of wary, probably had something to do with how I’d gone from sulking to cheerful in a second, that probably was a social habit needed to be worked on.
“Can I just say, without this being weird that you’re hair is awesome,” I said with a smile, fighting the urge to swing my legs like the 14 year old that I’d never really grown up from.
“Thank you.” She smiled, politely though probably just wanting to get on with her work.
“No really, I’m jealous.” I smiled, “I think I should maybe bleach mine back to blonde, I’ve been thinking about it,” which ok I really hadn’t - I dyed mine red as it was to stop it being blonde but I was struck with the sudden urge to let it be natural for all of 30 seconds. Nope, urge was now gone.
"Well, you are certainly in the right place." She said kindly
"Nah, I think I'm just gonna keep it red." I shrugged, because honestly I had the urge to change my hair colour or something often and the few times I’d done it I had regretted it soon after. I refrained after the time it ended up this random lilac type colour.
She laughed a little at that "well, it does look good on you." Oh a compliment, hadn’t heard one of those in a while, how were you meant to respond to them anyway? Luckily I didn’t have to because she was asking me a question almost straight away "So what's the special occasion? Any particular look you are going for?"
"Uhm," I cocked my head a little as I thought about it, not really sure what I was meant to say to that. I knew we were going to a fundraiser but I didn’t even know what the dress code was let alone what I was wearing so that wasn’t much help "I don't understand why I'm here, but Ryan made me come. So, I don't know."
"Who's Ryan? Is that the hot guy who dropped you off?" of course she latched onto that as she reached for some sort of brush and make-upy stuff. I think it was foundation or powder or something I didn’t use often. Or ever really.
“Yes, that was Ryan.” I nodded my head enthusiastically. Except answering who Ryan was would be more of a tough question.
“Keep your head still.” She laughed slightly, and I obediently stopped nodding though my foot did start tapping. One should always be in motion otherwise you could be trapped.
“Yes ma’am.” I told her matter of factly as she started to apply some sort of powder to my face. “But he’s not boyfriend.” I said, realising she’d probably thought that’s what Ryan was and rushing to correct her.
“Who isn’t your boyfriend?” She paused slightly, maybe confused by the quick jump in conversation, sometimes my brain jumped lightyears ahead of my mouth. “Oh Ryan?” She realised what I was talking about,
“That’s nice I guess?”
“I’m just telling you because people assume that all the time. Even though it’s not true.” Which it wasn’t, though he was a much more viable option than Basil, the thought of dating Basil was actually just icky.
She shrugged "But you two would make an amazing couple.” Which was sort of true, I was attractive not going to lie and he wasn’t hideous “ And besides," she continued reaching for something out of my eyeline, "he's totally gorgeous. Why wouldn't you want to bed that."
"Cause I know I would," The hairdresser guy at the station next to where we were spoke up and I belatedly realised everyone had probably heard us. Not that I cared, my life was fairly interesting I had to say.
"I mean-" I started, not entirely sure what I was going to say. I didn’t really need to know because the guy cut me off again
"Honey, you better grabbed that man. There's not many gay man, so I know the straight population has to be suffering something awful, girl."
"He may be on to something." Bailey agreed with a nod, even though I had no clue exactly what it was he had just said, though I didn’t exactly tell them tat and Bailey was distracted again anyway. "You are gorgeous, Ivy. And you skin is amazing."
"Thanks," I said happily, pretty sure that was how you responded to compliments. She giggled at me, not sure why though.
"So, you and Ryan going on a hot date or something?” she asked and I tried not to growl, though she wasn’t finished “And I hope he has a car, because I know you don't want to pay all this money to just mess up your make-up." Which was what I had said.
"The vibrations from that motorcycle will be worth it, honey." Mr. Flamboyant, because I was pretty sure neither of them had mentioned his name, spoke up again.
"Oh, my god, Steven, you naughty boy!” Oh, Steven was his name. Never would have picked it actually, “He’s a nasty one," She added to me and I couldn’t help laughing at the two of them.
“I’m not entirely sure what to say to that.” I shrugged honestly, because really what was a response to that? Especially since I wasn’t always the most quick witted person out. They both laughed at that, though not to unkindly
“Just ignore him,” Bailey advised in a loud whisper even though I was sure Steven could hear her and she knew it “and answer my question.”
“What was the question again?” I asked wide eyed and playing extremely dumb even. Apparently it was something I did extremely well.
“Am I making you up for a hot date?” She asked patiently, “with Ryan.” She then added, as if I’d forgotten that as well. I was pretty sure she was teasing, but hey you could never exactly know with people.
“No,” I sighed, “Though I wish it was that interesting.” Not that I wished I was going on a date with Ryan, that would just be weird but that this was.
“So then what?” She asked curiously as she continued to do make-upy stuff to my face, I wasn’t exactly sure what honestly. Apparently she was now curious enough she wasn’t going to pretend not to be.
“Some function thingy he and his brother are attending.” I shrugged slightly so as not to make any movement to distract her from my face, I wasn’t sure what I could and couldn’t move so I was being safe. “I go with them all the time to these things.” I elaborated though really the rest of the details, well I hadn’t even shared with Amy and they were boring anyway, less mysterious and stuff. “It’s boring but I go because I’m a great friend.” I began drumming my fingers on my legs because sitting still too long might kill me.
"I'm almost done, Ivy. Just give me five more minutes," She laughed at me lightly, not even really at me honestly.
"What? I'm in no rush, take your time." I forced a laugh because really as much as I didn’t hate this I wanted it to be over 5 minutes ago not in 5 minutes.
"Liar." She stated matter-of-factly and ok maybe I was really, really bad at lying.
"Okay, you are right.” I conceded as she reached for the lipstick which was hopefully the last thing, “Sitting still this long is killing me." Which was an over exaggeration I had to admit. And then she was finished
"Well?" She asked, turning me around so I could face the mirror
"Well what?" I asked in confusion, and no it wasn’t fake thank you very much.
"Do you like it," she stated, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Which it probably was for anyone who had their make-up done often but I didn’t so I was allowed to me a bit slow.
"I do. I actually do." I said with a grin, actually surprising myself. She’d done a much better job than I would have, which was probably a good thing as it was her job.
"Then you are done. Finally," She teased and I had to laugh lightly, except when she added the next part it cut my laugh off “Well, I hope you have fun at your function thingy with Ryan, who is NOT your boyfriend. Oh, and his brother too."
“He’s not my boyfriend.” I repeated petulantly, as I stood up. If I’d stamped my foot I would have been doing a perfect impression of a child throwing a hissy fit, except I didn’t so I wasn’t.
“That’s what I said,” Bailey replied cheekily and damn I’d be mad at someone like Basil but I wasn’t at her.
“That’s not what you meant.” I pouted before breaking into a huge grin, I couldn’t help it. Really being mad was effort and hard and so not very fun at at all.
“Maybe not, you’ll never know.” She shrugged and I found myself laughing again. She was fun, it was nice I guess.
“I do know,” I pointed a finger at her faux threateningly though no one was probably buying it.
“Sure you do,” She shook her head in a sort of exasperated thing, “Now get gone, your Ryan is waiting outside.” She said, eye looking over my shoulder. I turned at looked and sure enough he was leaning against the Porsche like he owned the world.
“Bye Bailey, Bye Steven.” I called with a wave to the two of them as I made my way out, pretty sure Ryan had paid because he said he had, “And he’s NOT MINE.” I called back as I shut the door behind me to cut off any response.
“Who is not yours?” Ryan asked me with a smirk as I turned around, like he was sure I was talking about him. Which I was but that’s not the point because I might not have been.
“Michael Fassbender.” I told him with a cheeky grin, walking forward so I was standing in front of him, “He’s so very attractive and charming and that accent.” I fanned myself pretending to swoon.
“I don’t see what the big deal is about him.” Ryan shrugged, “I bet you weren’t though.”
“You’re right.” I told him with a big grin, “I was actually confessing to my make-up artist that I have the biggest crush on Mr. Fairchild.” I paused for dramatic effect and to view his reaction, which sadly there wasn’t one, “Mr. Carl Fairchild.”
“My brother is a charmer.” Ryan nodded seriously, as I moved around to get in the car.
“Shut up.” I mumbled, annoyed he hadn’t taken the bait, “And you better have a damn nice dress for me, after putting up with this torture.” I flung my arm in the direction of the salon. Honestly I’d enjoyed myself but if Ryan knew that he’d never send me back again so I kept my mouth shut.
“It wasn’t that bad.” He said as I got in the car, slamming the door, “And you do look gorgeous.”
“Stop mocking me and get in the car idiot.”