Hannah prances up the stairs to her bedroom, plopping down onto her bed, running a hand along the silky purple cover. She was in deep thought about what Luis had mumbled before he left. She tried convincing herself that she had carelessly imagine what he had said, or had misheard him, but it was all clear what he said: I love you
The problem was, did she love him back? She had stumbled for words, that were in her mind, ready to say, but she couldn't bring herself to say them. Was that out of the embarrassment they had both encountered, or did she truly not mean it? Did she love her best buddy, Luis?
Hannah sighed, shook her head, and decided she hadn't time for deep thinking -- the inner-debate would have to wait. She checked her watch for the time -- 6:15! She had only an hour and fifteen minutes to get ready! Hannah sprang up from her purple bed-covers, and rushed to her dresser to pick out an outfit. What to wear, what to wear... the same old inner monologue idea that every girl gets when prepping for... well, anything. She eventually decided on a navy blue tank top, with a bright yellow, starred baggy over-shirt to wear over it. Without the tank top, it would hardly cover her cleavage and mid-section. She carefully picked a purple pair of skinny jeans to go along with it, green socks, and red Converse shoes.
After dressing into the outfit, she checked her watch again -- 6:45! It had taken her 30 minutes to choose and put on a pair of clothing? This was slightly longer a time than usual, but she justified it with the fact that she was going to a club of sorts, with tons of people to impress. After looking in a full-body mirror, she decided the outfit was wonderful. But the problem? Her messy, straight, auburn hair. A slight panic overcame her. She knew she could fix it to look perfect, but -- did it look that messy when she and Luis exchanged goodbyes? Or had it gotten messy from prancing upstairs and slamming down on the bed?
No matter, she decided, and headed off to the bathroom that she had the luxury of being located in her bedroom. Sometimes Hannah felt so lucky to have the things she did: Her own bedroom, her own bathroom... Luis. She tried to shake the thought from her head and grabbed her curling iron. It was time to get funky! Ten minutes later, her hair was sectioned into tight auburn spirals that looks full and shiny. She clapped and cheered at her success. Hannah returned to the full-body mirror to check herself out. Perfect, she decided, but she needed some makeup. Not too much, but maybe a little eyeliner, mascara, and eyeshadow.
She carefully picked out the best shade of purple and applied it lightly to her eyelids. After applying the shadow, she took the eyeliner pencil and neatly drew a thin black line on the edge of her upper eyelids. After applying the necessary amount of mascara, she checked the mirror once more, then the time -- 7:05! She silently applauded herself for finishing her hair and her makeup faster than her clothing. A few moments later, she heard a knock at the door downstairs.
She hopped down the stairs and to the front door. Of course, it was Luis -- who was jaw-dropped, looking her up and down, from her curled hair and makeup, to the red shoes over the green socks on her feet. Stunned, he said "You look... amazing." And Hannah could say the same about Luis.
He had a multi-colored long-sleeved shirt on, unbuttoned, and black dress pants, complimented with black dress shoes. His hair was green down with hair gel, and curled at the tip of his black hair. His brown eyes sparkled as he marveled at Hannah.
"Well, there's something we can agree with each other on. Now why don't we head on out?" They walked out the door, and Hannah closed it behind her, locking it with a key that she placed in her back pocket. "Let's go." She said. The two teenagers then disco-danced all the way to the car, laughing and giggling along the way.
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When they got to the disco, there were a ton of teenagers, ages 13-17, disco-dancing to songs like "Burn Baby Burn" and "Stayin' Alive".
After a glance to one another, they decided to dance with each.
"May I have this dance?" Luis asked in his best fake British accent, slowly extending his hand to Hannah, who agreed and took it. Inevitably, a slow song started playing -- You Don't Have to Say You Love Me by Dusty Springfield. They blushed and took each others hand, swaying to the music, Luis twirling Hannah around and around. Hannah giggled as he did, and dizzily stumbled into his arms, blushing as she stared up into his deep brown eyes.
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