Two Ghosts [h.s]

15

"Abby, this looks ridiculous." Abby brought over a couple of her own outfits as she knows my closet only consists of sweaters and leggings. Its cute.

"I am not wearing this." walking over to the mirror once more I give her a wide-eyed look, "this is leather."

"Oh... I am well aware. You look hot, girlfriend."

Eyes popping even more out of my sockets because Abby generally thinks I'll be wearing this. "Abby, I'm already the talk of the school. If I wear this I'll just become even more of a joke."

"Good, at least be hot if you're the centre of attention."

I almost smile but end up frowning. "They're going to call me a whore."

"And why should you care about how people think of you?" I find it funny how she asked me that question. I overthink everything because I need to. "Look, Violet, do you like it?"

Taking a breath I pinch the bridge of my nose. "Abby It's not that I don't like it, it's just way out of my comfort zone." Its so pretty but im scared of what people will say.

She just stands there like everything I'm saying is going in one ear then out the other. "Look Violet, people have been controlling you for so long but I pull the plug when you start maneuvering your life to dress for other people. Dress for yourself. Clothing does not make you a whore." She looks at her long black-painted nails, "And I know deep down you like this outfit cause you haven't ripped it off yet. So end of story."

Pulling my lip into a hard line I give up knowing she won't back down either. "Fine." Thank you, Abby Davis.

Abby claps her hands.

I'm wearing a leather tight skirt and black sheer tights topped with a black, long sleeve crop top. Pulling black heels out of her bag my face drops. "Like hell, I cant walk in those." My hands go to my hair, "I pull the line with the shoes, Abby. I get to pick."

Abby rolls her eyes but agrees.

"You're kinda of a gremlin."  She says as she shoves the shoes back in the bag. I only smile because I call her that too.

Pulling on black high top converse, Abby places herself in-front of me with a makeup bag. "What do you think you're doing?" I ask in curiously.

"Makeup, einsteen," she states as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"No shit its makeup. What are you going to do with it."

"You're an idiot." She laughs. "Violet, shut up and let me work my magic, I know you like it natural, so calm down. I'm not getting you ready for the Grammys."

For the next twenty minutes, Abby blends concealer where needed, along with making a light black wing with eyeshadow on the tip of my eye. Finishing she places the final coats of mascara and highlighter on and calls it a day.

"There. Just put on tinted lip balm." looking in the mirror I squint a little taken back by my appearance.

I haven't been dressed up like this in a long time. It feels awkward but I like the feeling. I would rather be in a sweater but I know why people like to dress up now, it's a confidence boost.

"Okay, you ready?" Looking at myself one last time in the mirror I just suck up all my fears and respond.

"Yup."

The party's at some rich kids mansion. His parents are away for the week and has been holding daily parties at his house. It's trashed but honestly not my problem. If anything I'll be trashing it more today with a pretty smile while I do it.