City Lounge: Berlin (Book Three, Chapter Nine: New Life for Emily)

Chapter Nine: New Life for Emily:

I am tired of being the good girl. The more I think about, the more I realize that I am really that boring. But, I don’t want to do anything too extreme. I’m not really that brave to try anything like that. I looked at myself in the mirror. I’ve always had a baby face. Round cheeks, small nose,  brown freckles, and a big forehead. I looked cute.

Too cute.

I don’t have to look sexy. I just want to look… more mature. I knew I was taking a gamble with this. I picked up the phone and made the call.

“Hello?” Stephanie asked.

“Hey, it’s me,” I said.

“What’s up?” she asked. I pressed my lips together.

“I have a favo to ask,” I said.

“Oh?” she asked.

“Are you busy right now?”

“No, why do you ask?”

“Could you come over?”

“What for?”

“Please?”

“Alright.”

My heart jumped in my chest. “Thanks.” I hung up and hurried to my room.

———

Around ten, the doorbell rang.

“Coming!” I shouted. I peeked out of the peep hole. Stephanie stood outside with her hands in her pockets.

“Oh good,” I said. “You made it.” She gave me a strange look.

“What is it?” she asked. “Why did you call me over here?” I quickly looked around.

“Come inside,” I whispered. My friend raised her eyebrow.

“What for?” she asked. “Is something wrong?”

“No, no,” I said, shaking my head. “Nothing like that. Just come inside.”

“Okay…” Stephanie said. She followed me into my apartment.

———–

I took my seat on the couch. “I want you to give a makeover.”

“Okay,” Stephanie said as she sat across from me. “What for?” I shrugged.

“I’m just bored,” I said. “I came to Berlin because I always wanted to see where Grandma was born. And I’m not really living Berlin life. I mean, look at me. I just look too cute.”

“I guess…” she said.

“No, I mean child cute,” I complained. “I want to look closer to my age.” I crawled over to her. “Can’t you help me?” Stephanie patted me on the head.

“Okay,” she said. “I’ll help you out.” I looked like I was about to fly away.

“You are the best!” I said.

“Yes,” Stephanie said.

———-

Minutes later, I sat on the toilet with a towel around my neck. Stephanie knelt down in front of me.

“Are you ready to do this?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said.

“How do you want your hair styled?”

“My hair?”

“What  do you want do to you?”

“I don’t know.”

My best friend sighed. “I can’t really help you if you don’t know what you want. ” I gave her a dry look.

“Come on,” Stephanie said. “Think of what you want.” I wrinkled my nose.

“I don’t want to be boring anymore,” I said. My friend nodded.

“Okay,” she said. “How do you want to do that?”

“A makeover.”

“And how do we start that?”

I pressed my lips together. She sighed, but stayed calm. I’m amazed that she’s able to try and help me out with this.

“Okay,” Stephanie said. “Close your eyes.” I raised my eyebrow.

“Why?” I asked.

“Just do it,” she said.

“Alright, fine, fine,” I muttered. I closed my eyes. “Now what?”

“How do you see what you want your hair to look like?” she asked. I tried to draw the image in my head.  I moved my hand under right earlobe.

“I want my hair come down to here,” I said.  “The ends slightly curled. Can you darken it some too?”

“Is that what you want?” she asked.

“Yes!” I said.  I opened my eyes. “Can you make this happen?” My best friend smiled.

“Of course I can,” she said. I pointed over to the sink.

“My hair products are in the cabinet under there,” I said. Stephanie saluted.

“Roger, miss!” she said. She knelt down and opened the wooden cabinet door. I turned to see her pull out a dark purple caddy. Stephanie spotted a pair of scissors and grabbed onto them. The twinkle in her eye reminded me that she was a little happy when it comes to cutting hair. I could talk to her three younger boys to confirm this. I quickly shook away my thoughts. I asked for this. I can’t complain.

Turns out, I didn’t have to worry. My hair ended up on the floor of the small bathroom. I glanced up to see Stephanie smiling over her work.

“Looking good,” she said. When she was done, she pulled out my hair curlers. If I can remember correctly, they take about ten minutes to heat up.

“Can I look now?” I asked.

“Not yet,” Stephanie said. “I will let you know.” I forced myself to smile as she picked up the small black and purple curling iron. Twenty minutes later, Stephanie turned off the iron and unplugged it.

“You can look now,” she said. I took off the towel and walked over to the mirror standing up in my room.

“Well?” Stephanie asked. My hair came down to my earlobes with the ends bent upwards. I had to reach up and touch. My eyes lit up and my jaw hit the floor.

“Oh! I love it!” I cried. I turned around to see my friend smiling as she saluted with my scissors.

“We’re not done yet,” she said.

“Huh?” I asked.

“We still have to darken the color, remember?” Stephanie asked. It took about a minute for the words to sink into my head.

“Oh, of course,” I said. Stephanie walked across the hall into my room.

“Care to come back to my place?” she asked. “I have plenty of dyes and make-up.” I pressed my lips together. Stephanie giggled as she patted me on the back.

“There, there,” she said. “I won’t make you look whoreish.” I had to trust her if I wanted to break away from my boring image. She leaned down to my ear as well.

“I will even take you out for a little shopping for your make-up and clothes,” she whispered. “Interested?”

“When?” I asked.

“Right now,” she said.

“Right now?” I asked.

“Yes,” Stephanie said. Her bright smile told me to just go along with it. This could work in my favor though…

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