[Could You Love Me To Death?] 1 [Alex Gaskarth]

I grumbled to myself as I knocked on Jamie's door a half an hour later. She opened the door and immediately grabbed my arm and dragged me into her bathroom. I stood at the doorway in shock. She must have had every make up product ever made spread across her counter. Make up was not my thing at all but Jamie looked happy. I never really learned how to say no.

"Sit" she said pointing to a chair she had put in front of the mirror.

"Oh god" I said sitting down.

"I bet you're going to thank me when you look hot" she commented. I scoffed.

"Jamie, you've got to give it up, I'm never going to be pretty" She gave me a stern look.

"You are pretty, you just refuse to acknowledge it"

she said. I was about to protest but she started attacking my face with make up, literally. I ended up being poked and prodded for a half an hour before she started to work on my hair.

"Don't touch my hair!" I said.

"You never wear it down" she whined. "Becasue it looks like a birds nest!" I exclaimed.

She rolled her eyes and took down my ponytail anyway. I scowled at her and she smiled.

"I'm totaly being your hair and make up person when you get marr- she said cutting herself off as I went rigid. "Sorry" she whispered. "

It's okay" I said with a weak smile. Truth was that it would never be okay. She then started to straighten my hair.

"I'm almost done" she said excitedly 10 minutes later. She straightened one last piece of hair and started smiling. "I'm so good" she said. I rolled my eyes at her playfully and went to turn around.

"No!" Jamie said, "We have to get you an outfit first"

"Jamieeeeeee" I whined pathetically.

"I'm not letting you wear jeands and a sweatshirt to the concert. You need to look sexy." she said

"For who?" I asked. "The random guy that I'm going to hook you up with"

she said smiling. "Jamie, no" I said firmly. She can give me as many makeovers as she wants but this is where I drew the line. She rolled her eyes.

"Fine, but at least look sexy for yourself, self asteem is a good thing" she said.

"Like I have any" I whispered so quietly I could barely hear it. She sat me on her bed while she tore through her closet. I had closed myeyes about 10 minutes ago wanting this tortue to be over. The shuffling of clothes suddenly stopped and I opened my eyes. Jamie was holding something behind her and smiling evily.

"I swear to god, if I look like a slu-" I said but was cut off by her revealing two items of clothing. "Try these on!" she said excitedly as she pushed me into the bathroom. I hear a click.

"You ARE wearing that" she said. I looked down at the clothes and examined them. An extremely low cut purple top and a black skirt.

"You better have a matching camisole for this top" I called through the door.

"Nope" she said, smile evident in her voice.

"And you know I can't stand skirts" I whined. If I has to choose a word to describe my style of fashion it would be 'tomboy'.

"Please Jules" she pleaded through the door. I sighed.

"You're lucky I love you" I said.

"I know" She answered. I changed into the aforementioned clothes and heard the lock unclick.

"Yay!" Jamie said, "Mirror time". I was ,yet again, dragged to the bathroom and she put her hands over my eyes. "One, two, three" she said. She took her hand off my face and I stared at my self in shock.

"Holy crap" I said. I tackled Jamie. "Thank you, thank you, thank you" I screamed in her ear.

"I told you" she said in a sing song voice. She was smiling. "And for the record you really are beautiful." I beamed at her than helped her up. One reason I loved Jamie, she could always make me feel better about myself. I can't believe I actually looked semi pretty.

And I don't even know
What kind of fool you're taking me for
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