Chapter 4

Have you ever tried floating in water? Just allowing the water to take you wherever it wants you to go. Only to see a wave coming in and then remember that you can't swim.

That's exactly how I felt in this current setting. I was just going with the flow, whatever happens, happens.

Until William asked me out again and it would be suspicious if I blew him off, so I agreed to meet up with him but now I'm in a dilemma.

I had approximately one hour before William would show and I was no where near ready.

My hair was the splitting image of a bird's nest and my face looked like shit. To top it off I had no idea what I was going to wear. I didn't even know how to do make up and it was obvious that my face needed some.

I was quick to search for make up guidelines. The internet was my last hope. If this did not work, I would just wash my face and go with a 'natural look'.

Fingers crossed.

Twenty minutes later and my face had a decent amount of lipstick and mascara and the best thing was that I didn't poke any of my eyeballs out.

Now that that was complete it was time to get ready. I wasn't ready for the amount of clothes that I had to go through to find one that I was comfortable wearing.

There were so many fluffy dresses that had a bunch of crystals, then there were a few 'normal' dresses that seemed okay enough to wear but those were not date wear.

I finally found some jeans but to find a shirt to go with it was almost impossible. Nothing seemed to be working for me. So I opted for one of the simple dresses and added a small band around the waist so that it looked, date worthy in my opinion.

What I wasn't prepared for was that it was so hard avoiding the fucking make up. I went through so much shit trying to not mess up the make up but all my efforts were futile.

The lipstick managed to rub on the dress and smear my chin slightly. Lucky for me the dress was not thin so the stain wasn't obvious on the outside.

I was able to find some make up remover in one of the several bathroom cabinets. It assisted with cleaning the slight mess on my face but it didn't help with me fixing my messed up lips.

Fixing the lipstick didn't take very long, but finding a pair of shoes to go with my look. That was a whole different matter.

I went through almost five pairs already and it was either they didn't match the red theme I was working with or I couldn't walk in them.

Luck was on my side when I found a pair of black ballet flats. These were similar to my everyday wear and they matched just perfectly with my wear.

I let out a slight squeak in happiness and was ready to fall back on the bed before I remembered that my hair was still looking like it was ready to accommodate a new bird family.

The first brush I saw was the one I used to try and get rid of the visible knots in my hair. I quickly placed in a simple ponytail and I was comfortable with my look.

"Belle dear!", a deep voice from outside my room door called. I quickly identified it as William.

"Coming", I made a mental note of how he called me. What I was stumped on was how I was going to call him.

William had informed, me after we entered the car, that we were just going to watch one of the new movies.

That is after he told me that I knew he hated make up. I was annoyed that I had to go through all that shit only to be told that 'I knew he didn't like make up'. Not that he minded me wearing it.

I wanted to punch myself. Twenty minutes doing make up that wasn't necessary.

We reached the cinema in almost ten minutes and I felt a surge of excitement coursing through my body as we walked in.

It had been a while since I even had the privilege of being in a one hundred metre distance of the cinema.

My parents brought me to the movies once when I was younger but I barely even remember that and I don't want to.

Parents left a bad taste in my mouth after they kicked me out for being a lesbian. Saying that they wanted biological grandkids.

At least I didn't tell them until after I finished my studies.

We were treated with utmost care by the entire staff and it felt nice. Then I heard words that I never thought I would come across.

"You can watch this movie for free and all refreshments are on us", said one of the staff.

I felt like I was going to faint. This had to be a dream. Me going in for free. This was the life. I seriously had to enjoy whatever was happening whilst it lasted.

This was way too much, even for me, to handle.

William, or should I say Willy-boo as I discovered Arabelle calls him, and I were going to watch All The Bright Places.

Two hours were finally done and I wanted to vomit. It was a straight, romance movie that had me cringing in my seat from the start to the finish.

It wasn't that the movie wasn't great, it was just that I hated romance movies that were all over straight people.

I could stand heterosexuals if they weren't rubbing it all over my face.

Well the popcorn was great, along with the hotdogs, chicken, fries and soda. It occured to me that the real Arabelle might have been on a diet but I dismissed the thought as quickly as it came.

Nothing was going to stop me from enjoying free shit.