so that day we went , , jaysonlove

[tallulah anne grace`]

so that day we went,

It was that day. That day she'd been giddy about ever since she was asked. The day of New York's annual Masquerade Ball. Wow, so formal she almost couldn't swallow. She wondered who'd be there, she wondered ho they'd dress. She wondered if she'd fit in, or if she'd look like a dork. And Jayson... how would he look? Gorgeous, as usual, but still. How would he dress? Her mind was racing. And a perfect time too, because she was supposed to be working on an English paper. But after a half-hour of doodling on her paper, she threw the pencil down and huffed. She'd probably fail it anyhow, no matter how hard she studied. Man, she hated studying. Blech. It was torture. So she'd distract herself by going for her clothes. It was two hours before he was supposed to pick her up, but she didn't care. She was always bad at planning for social outings.
She opened her small closet, itching the spot under her tank top strap. Smiling as she saw the hanging dress, she pulled it off the hanger and held it in front of her. She couldn't wait. What if Jayson didn't dress up at all? She knew they were supposed to, but Jayson... he might not, you know? He was one of the way cool kids that didn't dress up. Just another reason Tallulah Grace was so loving him.
The hopeless girl hummed along to a The Who classic as she twirled in the dress. It was her mother's; she inherited it. When she was young and she received it, she hated it. It was so old... and ugly. But now she looked at it differently. It was her mother's; and her mother met her father in it. She awed at the thought.
After a boring moment playing with the dress, she pulled on her choice of shoes. That choice happened to be a pair of flats, and they were rather cute and matched the dress. But as she looked herself over, she decided they were much to girly. She looked around until her gorgeous brown eyes latched onto an old, muddy pair of converse. She smiled to herself.
Flipping her celly open, she adjusted her hair in the bathroom mirror.
what time are ya gonna be here jayjaylooove? She then hit enter, drumming her fingers against the back of her phone. She played with her hair for a long time, deciding on just pulling it up, ten using a cute hairclip in it. She put on light makeup, light eyeliner. She didn't want to be freaky, but she liked her natural face with not much make up on it. She could still act crazy while looking completely sweet.
She decided to eat. She was sure there would be food there, but it wasn't a half-hour until the actual Ball, so she didn't need to worry much. She left her chucks by the door, sliding around in socks in her dress. She was really excited, but she wasn't talkative. She got a running start near her door, then once the hardwood floor started near the kitchen corner, she slid as far as she could on her socks. As she came to the wall, she slipped, letting out a little yelp and falling right on her butt. She winced for a moment, feeling like she should cry, but she just huffed and stood up, rubbing her behind. Sometimes she could be so immature; funny how everyone liked it.