I placed the last box on the kitchen counter and sighed a heavy breath.
The door slammed shut as Evie carried the box of pizza in her hands. "I'm never helping you move again. There's no reason for this many boxes". Evie spoke as she placed the pizza on the table.
I smiled looking around my new apartment. It was small but it was all I needed.
I grabbed two glass cups filling them with soda before sitting beside Evie.
"I can't believe I finally got my own place, seems like I spent so long saving up." I stated taking a sip of the fresh cold soda.
I just moved out my Aunt Rebecca's house. I moved in with my aunt when I was 15, now being 21. My father was never in my life, he ditched the second I was born and I never looked for him. My mother was an addict who barely was around but my aunt Rebecca was always there for me. She was like my mother. Always attending any school functions, celebrating holidays & just treating me as if I was her own.
Evie was my only friend. I grew up being the weird girl in class with no parents. But Evie took a chance with me and ever since then she's been my best friend.
Evie slammed her phone on the counter. "Niall is such a fucking asshole." She screamed, huffing in her seat.
Niall. The famous Niall. That's all she ever talked about. Some boy she met at a club a month ago.
I've never met Niall or even seen what he looked like but Evie was all about him.
"What he do?" I questioned stuffing my face with a cheese slice.
"He cancelled our date because his friends in town visiting." She rolled her eyes. Guzzling down her soda.
Evie was beautiful. She had long brown hair that curled just at the ends. Light brown eyes with little freckles underneath. She was the definition of perfection. Any guy was lucky just to talk to her.
I grabbed the empty box of pizza breaking it down for the recycling. "Maybe you can tag along? Meet his friend, I mean if you guys are gonna be a thing shouldn't you meet his friends?" I questioned.
She smiled a big grin and rushed to her phone. I heard her fingers click against the keyboard and swish noises as the text sent through.
She got up from her spot grabbing her purse. "I gotta go, my nail appointment is in half and hour but I'll let you know what Niall says, maybe you can tag along and talk to his friend so I can sneak off with him." She winked and I scrunched my nose.
I do not need to hear about the sex she's been having with this mysterious boy.
I walked Evie out locking the door behind her. I groaned looking at all the boxes on the living room floor.
I grabbed the box labeled "bedroom" and headed down the hallway.
My new bedroom had light blue walls with white paint around the trims. There sat my queen size bed with my dresser across from it.
I opened the box grabbing out the fresh cleaned bed sheets. Light pink sheets and a white quilt.
After making my bed I grabbed out my books placing them on my small shelf near the dresser. I loved reading, it was a way for me to escape reality.
Looking down at my phone, the bright screen flashing 5:00p.m.
I headed to the living room opening more boxes.
After an hour most of the apartment was finished, the only thing left was the bathroom.
My phone chimes from the table in the living room.
Evies name flashes across the screen with a text message reading "be ready, going out at 8, wear something sexy ;)."
I groaned knowing I was only going to be Evie's escape for sex tonight. I texted back and headed to the bedroom.
The bright light filled the room. My dresser creaked as I opened the top draw. I grabbed my red bra with my matching red panties. I opened the closet door, looking at the little amount of clothes I did have. I only owned three dresses.
I pulled out all three throwing them on the queen bed.
The white dress fell right below my knees with little flowers at the bottom. The black dress was a skin tight dress with skinny straps. And finally the red velvet dress. The red velvet dress fell right above my knee. This one hugged my body pretty tight showing my small dips.
I grabbed my towels for my shower, deciding to pick an outfit after I get ready.
I let the hot water run down my body. My fingers running over the scar right below my belly button. Shivers sent down my back as flashbacks flooded my mind. I shook my head grabbing the shampoo bottle.
I rushed to finish turning the hot water off. The mirrors covered in fog as in wiped my fingers over it. I flipped my hair wrapping the white towel around my auburn hair.
I headed down the hallway back into my room, grabbing my makeup bag.
Eyeliner and mascara. The only products I used. I wasn't a big fan of makeup as in seeing I have no fucking idea on how to apply it.
Grabbing my small mirror I took the cap off the dark black pen. Gliding it across the top of my eyelid, creating a small subtle wing.
I picked up the purple tube untwisting the cap pulling out the black wand. I put it on the top and bottom of my eyelashes making it slightly longer then usual.
I decided on the red dress. It hugged my body giving me some confidence.
I wasn't your model type girl in my eyes. I was only 5'2 with short legs. I had a small chest, with a scar covering the bottom of my tummy. My eyes were a dark brown and I had only one dimple.
After about an hour and a half of getting ready it was already 7:30.
I sat on my couch scrolling through Instagram as I waited for Evie to show. I wondered what Niall looked like. Evie had a thing for guys with dark hair and accents. I remember she dated a Scottish boy before.
I jumped at the sound of the door, hearing a loud knock.
"It's open!" I yelled, fixing my flats.
In came Evie looking stunning as always. She was wearing a black dress with white pumps. Her hair curled and red lipstick.
"Damn girl you look hot!" She said looking me up and down. I chuckled grabbing my keys. I turned the living room light off heading out the door.
First chapter completed!!
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