Work Text:
I apply the concealer, making sure to avoid the freckles Dawn said she likes, then apply the powder. I grab the blush, and start applying some to my left cheek, then put too much on my right.
I sigh. Another mistake. I go to wipe the makeup off my face and start again.
"Emma?" A voice calls behind me, making me drop the makeup wipe before I can use it. "Emma, I realize that you have a date, but you've been putting on and taking off your makeup for the last 3 hours."
"Louis," I growled, "I need everything to be ready for my date with Dawn, don't interrupt me."
"And if you don't stop second guessing yourself you're going to be late. Your makeup looks great, so leave it and move on to the next step."
"I can't have it just be great, I need it to be perfect." I say frantically,"I spent so long accidentally toying with her feelings and I need to make it up to her. I-"
Louis interrupts me."Breathe Emma, you're starting to sound like Mom."
He has a point. I take a breath in, then out. I speak a bit more calmly this time."I just—I just need her to know that I'm dating her because I like her, not because she just happened to be the one under the Princess Bee suit."
"I think she knows." He replies, "I don't think she would have accepted the date if she thought you only wanted to date her as a hero."
"Still," I say,"I want to look good for our date, show that I'm serious about it. We only get one first date."
"She fell in love with you, Emma, in all your fashion crime glory." Louis jokes,"You could probably show up to the date with just what you have on now and she'll still be head over heels for you."
I roll my eyes at him."Oh shut up, I actually picked out a good outfit for the first date. Now leave, I need to get started on my eyes."
He turns to leave."You're gonna do great Emma."
---------------
I finish putting on my dress and shoes and start heading to the car.
"Do you have everything you need, Dawn?" Mom asks as she starts the car.
"I'm all ready to go." I reply.
The rest of the car ride is quiet, with only the quiet music of the radio playing.
Mom stops the car when we get to where Emma said she would meet me."Remember, if anything happens you can call me and I will come get you."
"I'll be fine Mom." I sigh,"Emma won't do anything."
"Still," She replies,"If she does, I'm here."
She unlocks the car doors, and I start to get out.
"Good luck on your date!" Mom calls out after me.
I roll my eyes as I start walking towards our reservation. The world stops when I see her.
Emma looks like a goddess. Her hair is a beautiful midnight blue that fades to navy at the tips. Her gorgeous face is covered in adorable freckles that frame her pretty forest green eyes perfectly. She's wearing an absolutely stunning sunset-colored dress that fits her perfectly. I realize I'm staring, but I can't look away. I think for a moment that she's wearing far too much blush, before realizing that she's blushing and staring at me just as hard as I am her.
Emma is the first to move. Wordlessly she hands me the bouquet of roses she was holding, ones I didn't notice she had with how distracted I was looking at her face. As I accept the flowers, she opens the door to the restaurant with a quiet "After you.".
I barely manage to stutter out a "Th—Thank you." as I go through the door.
---------------
Dad stops the car."You remembered your phone, right?"
"Yes Dad."
"If anything happens, call me." He says, unlocking the door.
"I will." I affirm as I get out.
"Don't forget the flowers!" Dad reminds me.
I turn back to grab the bouquet of roses I forgot."Thank you!"
I begin heading to our reservation. Everything freezes when I see her.
Dawn looks jaw-droppingly good. Her long blonde hair is beautifully braided, allowing me to see her lovely walnut-brown eyes. Her dress is a moonlit sky covered in stars, and it's the prettiest thing I've seen in my life. Her face is stunningly gorgeous, and at first I think she has too much blush on, before realizing that she's blushing just like me. I realize that I'm staring, and go to give her the roses. After she accepts them, I open the door to the restaurant and finally am able to get my voice to work enough to whisper out a simple "After you.".
I can barely hear her stuttered "Th—Thank you." as we go to our seats.
---------------
She asks me for a kiss as the date ends, and I accept with pleasure.
It's short and inexperienced, but neither of us care.
The only thought in my mind is that she tastes sweet as honey.
I ask her for another, and she agrees with a smile.