A few days later, Azalia hosted a sleep over at hers. I hurt my pride a lot in order for my mum to allow me to go over to hers. Begging just isn't my favorite past time. But anyway today was Friday and a half day so we were allowed to head over straight to Azalia's place. Her parents weren't home this weekend and her siblings were visiting friends so we had the place to ourselves.
This wasn't the first time I had been to hers but I couldn't help but marvel at the family photos all over the walls. I could tell that they were a close knit family from their smiles. Alas, even I knew that the brightest smiles could hold the deepest/darkest secrets. Before I could think too far into it, something fluffy brushed past my leg. It was her cat, a cute little creature with bright green eyes. Her midnight black fur was so smooth and shiny, I could tell she was very well cared for creature. There was a look in Azalia's eye as she stared down at me. I couldn't quite figure out what it was. But as fast as it was there, it was gone.
"come on" she said. "the others are getting changed already" and so I followed her upstairs, from the looks of things, I was already quite late to the starting of events. Who knew staring off took so much time.
The girls were half dressed and chucking pillows at each other. By the looks of it they had split into teams. Dasia, Dri vs Merri and Seraphina. "We get Jay" yelled Day as she chucked a pillow at me. Luckily, I caught it. Almost immediately after, Az turned to me whacking me with a. Pillow she seemed to have conjured out of thin air. Smiling I whacked her back. We were trying to get changed and have a fight at the same time when all of a sudden the door bell rang. We, of course, froze in our footsteps. I mean, six girls in lingerie and booty shorts weren't exactly prepared for visitors. Then we heard the front door open and male.. laughter(?).
"Ohhhh ladies" one voice said "the entertainment has arrived". Merri let out a small scream as she was very indecently dressed and there were boys coming up the stairs (who by then we had recognized to be the boys from their hoots, yelling and laughter). She got dressed so fast it was a wonder how the rest of us had barely moved. Looking down I saw that I was in nothing but booty shorts and a lacy bra. I turned around to look for my pj top and hoodie. I might as well get changed fully. As I was bent down I heard a wolf whistle. "Ayyy jay" Aiden said "looking good" I heard a smack and and "ouch".
I turned to see Tilda (A/N: I forgot her name I'll edit it later) right behind the boys. Aiden was holding his head wincing and I just laughed. "Hey Lia, where's the bathroom I wanna finish getting changed." She pointed me in the direction of the bathroom which was conjoined to her walk in wardrobe. I couldn't help but notice Zayne's eyes on my legs and I became very self conscious all of a sudden. He couldn't see my scars could he(?). No, there was no way.
After getting changed and putting on a hoodie I saw everyone had headed downstairs. Humming to myself I started jumping down the stairs two at a time. "hey mickey, you're so fine. You're so fine you blow my mind hey mickey, hey, hey. Hey mickey ahhh-"
I tripped over the last few stairs and crash-landed face first into a pillow that was probably discarded during the pillow fight. Rolling over I heard footsteps racing towards my direction. I was a giggling mess. Had I hurt my head, yes. But the situation was so typical of me that I couldn't help but laugh. Alas the others looked at me like I was crazy but laughter is a contagious disease and soon enough we were all creasing up.
A few minutes later, we were sitting in the movie room all piled on beanbags pillows blankets and a large sofa. We were now sobered up from our laughing high and had settled for a game of dirty dares. We were going to go around one by one and daring each other at random to do things. It was a laugh. As we were all comfortable with each other (with the exception of merri for religious reasons she was not doing anything "dirty" she got to choose the forfeits) the game slowly got wilder.
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Second Choice
Teen FictionShe was never the first choice, always the second. She accepted it though she hated it. ********* I looked into the mirror wondering why I wasn't good enough. I tried my best but it was never enough. I tried to change to be able to be accepted, but...