Thread: She Caught Fire [Amethyst]

Jay managed to let her anger drain away, as she further progressed into the shower. Once out, she felt better and more ready to take on the problems that formed before her. As she ran the soft towel across her, Jermaine burst in and laid a lovely, firm kiss on her lips. It was confusing because he normally didn't just burst into the room and he didn't so boldly kiss her deeply. It meant.. Something was wrong. And her heart sank when he told her what exactly was wrong. A thousand statements came and went as well as a hundred emotions. Anger, sadness, why, how long, will you come back, please don't go. She stood there confused as ever even after he left. Tears formed out of sorrow and she cried, even when her mind tried telling her he was doing what she told him to do. It just hurt, fucking bad that her best friend wasn't going to be there anymore when she fucked up. It was just going to be her, and that meant that eventually, her bad habit would catch up with her and tear her down. Well, maybe that was for the best. Jay knew it would happen, sooner or later. She didn't want Jermaine to leave with a bitter thought about her though, so she decided to throw him.. A sort of farewell party. Maybe that would relieve him of her but with thoughts of their better friendship moments. Walking to the room, she went to the section of his closet that was mostly her stuff. Jay practically lived in his house, as most her stuff was here from nights she needed to be picked up and cared for. She found what she was looking for, a cocktail dress that was white satin, lined with black lace at the top and bottom and cinched at the waist with a black belt. Her undergarments were in a drawer and so was her lingerie, which were black and lacy like the dress. Slipping on the clothes, she walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, grabbing a brush and removing the knots from her drying hair. She grabbed pins and took half of her hair and pinned it back allowing her face to be seen but her long hair to flow freely. Her makeup bag was under the sink, to which she lined her eyes with black and light eye shadow to make her big eyes stand out even more. A little blush and red lip stain made color appear on her pale face and a pair of small diamond studs in her ears along with the other ones that were already there finished the look. Next, she called a restaurant that held Jermaine's favorite food and ordered plenty. She remembered him mentioning it at one point. All she had to do was slip on these expensive, red heels that were a gift from a store. Jay looked at herself in the mirror, running hands over her figure and nervously fidgeting. She wasn't really good at dressing up or knowing what people wanted in her. That's what the makeup people and professional dressers that were hired for events were there for. If it was up to her, she would show up to the awards in her jeans, shirt and converse. The bell rang and she quickly grabbed her card, and opened the door to a boy holding the bags of food. He stared, mouth agape and eyes wide. She smiled, removing the bags from his hand and throwing the card in his other, to which he awkwardly moved to his little machine. Jay retrieved her card back, and signed a paper the boy had and gave him a small peck on the cheek. Anything for the fans, she thought as they were the ones who also supported her through her crazy antics. She placed everything in their respective places, even going as far as lighting candles and even replacing the alcohol with cups of this juice she very much enjoyed. Hearing Jermaine's car, she glanced one more time and stood next to the table awkwardly, fidgeting over her dress as she waited for him to walk in. Either he would be mad still and walk away or laugh at Jays attempt at saying sorry. Or she was paranoid and think this whole idea was stupid and would leave her looking foolish.