Amy
"Why?! Just... why?!"
Yep. As you can see, right in this very area, are me and my so-called 'boyfriend' having an ordinary battle.
Why are we battling?
"Why do you have to do the 'It ' with my only best friend?! My freaking best friend?!" I yelled as rivers of tears rush down on my freckled exterior
Yep. I just caught my boyfriend doing 'It' with my freaking best friend, who is now standing right beside my boyfriend sobbing her eyes out.
You're presumably confused as H-E double hockey sticks as to why this is occurring and why did they do it.
Well, let's have a timely flashback.
Flashback 1 hour ago
"No"
"But Ame...." my best friend Jamie said, beseeching as she succumbed in front of me.
"Jame, you know that I hate clubs, I've told you that myriad of times!" I told her. And that's a fact, I certainly, truly, from the foot of my heart, despised going to clubs. I mean, why would somebody fritter their time dancing in a room that is full of clammy bodies grinding off on their partner. Just the sheer notion of it makes me groggy.
"Please, Ame. For me? Just one party, and no more begging for you to come. Besides, your boyfriend will be there, too. Right, Johnny dear?!" she said to Johnny- my boyfriend- hauntingly. She's conceivably urged my boyfriend to come to Jamie's brother's party. Besides, Johnny's comprehended for partying, I don't even know what he does there. We aren't good in terms with my boyfriend. We aren't even in a decent relationship. We keep quarreling about nonsense things, and when I'm discussing those nonsense things, I'm talking about missing hairpins, missing pantyliners, and missing boyfriends. Yep, he does vanish without my awareness. Yeah, I'm a slight privacy-prying girlfriend, but I have to know some bits on his pastimes.
"Uh, y-yeah. I'm going, too, babe," he declared nervously.
"*sigh* Okay, I'm going to that foolish party," I conceded weakly, realizing that I'm winning in a winless match.
"Yes!" She states victoriously.
"But I'm only going to just look after you. No coercing me to drink anything. No- anything! Okay?"
"Now where's the fun in that?" Jamie stated, disillusioned in me not doing anything at the party.
"Well, what do you think I'm going to do at the party? Grating my bottom onto someone else? Oh oh oh, no way. That's way out of the federation," I cried out.
There's no way I'm going to THAT at the party.
Jamie puts her index finger below her chin, acting as if she's giving it intense thinking.
"I suppose you can just sit at the corner," she says.
"Well, you needn't have to say it, because I'm going to do that anyway," I said in a 'duh' tone.
"Okay. Now let's pick you a dress to wear at the party. And you are NOT wearing that," she clamored tauntingly while scrutinizing my costume.
Well, what's wrong with wearing a pajama and a sleeveless shirt at a party? I think wearing this while sitting in a corner is pertinent since no one there notices me and I don't know them. What's there to lose?
"Amy, I know what you're thinking, so halt your thoughts and just let me pick you an outfit," she scolded as she climbs the stairs towards my bedroom.
I swear that best friends have mind-reading powers. She knows what I'm thinking every time we get into an argument.
A few clothe-throwing later, she finally settles on an outfit, and while she's checking it out, I picked up my clothes and dresses that are now scattered on the floor.
"Here, this will look perfect on you. And hurry up on outfitting it, I still have to pertain you with some make-up,"
"But-,"
"No buts, Amy, now go, we'reeeee wasting so much time," she said as she pushes me towards the dressing room. (Yes, I have my own dressing room.)
Once I have entered the dressing room, I sealed and latched the doors, afraid of someone unlocking it while I'm still dressing. With my really skinny body, I'm pretty sure that they'll just laugh at it rather than checking it out. (Hahaha, what?)
A few eras later, I have finally emerged from the dressing room. While walking towards the mirror, I horribly tried to zip the zipper on these really skinny jeans.
Just as I stood in front of the mirror, the zipper finally travels up to its end, giving me the opportunity to clip the buttons on these jeans. Why do I even have these?
I looked at the mirror and eyed the girl right in front of me. Her leopard coat blends perfectly with her bright blue sweater underneath it.
Jamie has some really good taste in fashion.
Just as I was going to call Jamie, she barges in my room and eyes my outfit.
"Damn, girl, you look cute," she says, ending her compliment with a wink.
Of course, me being me, my cheeks began to change into a hue of red.
"Oh, shush, let's just get this over with," I said as I put a few strands of my hair behind my ear.
"Now, let's start with make-ups,"