A phone call [Chloe's PoV]

Alright, the chicken is done, and now, I just have to wait for the rice, until then, I'll just mix the chicken in with the salad.

Oh! It's finally done! Well, at least I'll manage to eat 2 meals today.

Huh, guitar's playing all of a sudden, better check my phone. "Hey!"

Huh, a phone call from Lew. Damn, I haven't talked to him in a long time, I wonder what, and more importantly how, is he doing, last I remember he locked himself in his basement for some secret project.

"'Sup Lew? You out of your basement yet? I haven't heard from you in a while", I wonder what's the reason..

"Hey, Chloe! No, I'm not out of the basement, but that's because I've got something really awesome to show you down here, so you should join me as soon as possible, aight?", Oh? I wonder what it is, regardless, I'm SO excited to see him again!

The time we spent in high school, that period which was so hard for me, yet he and some other friends made me feel like instead of drowning in lava, I sometimes hopped on a fertile island, just to return to drowning whenever our time ended. They were my reprieve from all the shit that everyone put me through.

I wonder if he's called anyone else as well, I'd be honoured to be the 1st to see his top secret project and how he's been all these years. As far as I know he even cut off contact with his family for this project. I can't deny that I feel a pang of sadness and even guilt at hearing his voice..why did he have to cut contact with everyone? Why did he have to cut contact with me, his best friend? Was I responsible? Did I wrong him somehow?

"Alright then, I was just making dinner, I'll be right over when I've eaten", I shove all of the negative thoughts down my throat like it is my food, and only let my happiness and excitement meet the light of day.

"See ya!"

Gosh! His enthusiasm and joy from hearing my voice is just something else, I just hope that it's actually something good and I'm not getting myself into a trap or anything; after all, I can't dismiss the possibility that something bad happened to him and I'm also in danger, however unlikely.

Regardless, it's always a good idea to look good, so after finishing dinner, I head to my bedroom, pull out my make-up kit, and sit down in front of the mirror.

I start off with moisturiser, liberally applying it all over my face; you can never forget moisturiser when applying make-up, unless you want your skin to get damaged. Then I move on to to primer, unlike with moisturiser in which more is usually good, you gotta be careful with primer. I make sure to take the right amount & apply it to my T-zone, rubbing it in well and spreading it outward, making sure to focus on all the blemishes and pores on my skin.

After waiting for a minute, I finally apply foundation, making sure to use a brush with fine strands to give me a “natural” look, which is why I picked a full foundation rather than a light foundation. Obviously make-up isn't natural, but men think that a particular way of applying a lot of make-up means that person is not wearing any. Most of us women can tell when someone is wearing any amount and what type, because applying makeup teaches you how you look after applying a certain type, but that “natural” look is HOT, and I want to look hot for him, if it is really him, it did sound like him after all.

After my foundation I move on to my concealer, which I apply on some parts of my T-zone, chin, forehead, and cheeks, to help me look more “natural”, and then I move on to my contour, choosing it over a bronzer because I think he would prefer a contour look rather than a bronzer look, and so I apply some under my cheekbones and jawline, giving them a more prominent look. Finally, I finish with blush, applying some on my cheeks so I can look more youthful, awake, and flushed for him.

After my face I like doing my lips, and as I want to look as hot as possible for him, I'll be using red lipsticks, in my experience guys usually like red lipstick over other shades. But before I can, I gotta exfoliate, so I stand up, wet a washcloth with warm water, apply it to my lips, and return, placing a little bit of contour below my bottom lip, and then highligher on my cupid's bow, before I finally apply dark red lipstick on the outer side and light red lipstick on the inner side, and merge them with my lip balm.

Finally I move on to my eyes, being careful to draw a perfect line using my eyeliner from the inner corner of my eye to the outer, keeping it as close to the root of my lashes as possible, and since he probably likes the “natural” look, I'm using a brown eyeliner and keeping it thin, applying eyeliner always reminds me of the many mistakes I made when I was just starting out, especially when I used my mom's eyeliner as a child. Then I move on to eyeshadow, applying a base shade near the beginning of my eyelid, and then darker hues along the top, drawing the colour upwards and I end working at the top of my eye with super-dark shades at the beginning of my eyelashes, really making them stand out. I end with lighter shades along the brow bone, lengthening mascara, and then eyelash curler to make my eyelashes look longer.

There, I'm all done, I wonder what his reaction will be when he sees me, I think that I look quite hot and if it IS really him, I wish that he LOVES how I look, I wouldn't mind if he ogles me while I'm there.

After brushing my hair, I decide to wear dark skinny jeans on top of my Otikoni tucking underwear, a beige blouse, and a silver bracelet that I got from attending an LGBT event with him. I remember that he loved both the bracelet and these jeans I was wearing at that time, so I hope that they really catch his eye.

I exit my apartment, make my way over to the bus stop, and after the trip, I reach his house.