Complicated // lrh

1. Great, another house party.

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I abruptly woke to the sound of my MCR ringtone. Squinting my eyes, I reached for my phone on the bedside table. It was Amber.

"What the fuck do you want?"

"Jeeze, someone's grumpy"

"IT'S 8AM WHAT DO YOU EXPECT?"

"Okay okay! I'm sorry Farren but this is really important-"

"This better be good"

"We've been invited to a house party-"

"Another one? I've only just recovered from last week's.."

"But this one is different! Luke is going to be there!"

"Who the hell is Luke?" I asked, suddenly perky.

"Oh he's the new guy! He's so hot, we have to meet him!"

I rolled my eyes at her enthusiasm. She's so easily excited.

"Oh come on! Pleeeeeaaaassssseeeee" she begged. "I promise it won't be like the last one"

"Ugh I guess.."

"Yay! I'll pick you up at 9pm okayloveyoubyee" she hung up before I could protest. How is she so persuasive?

I rolled out of bed since there was no point trying to get to sleep again. I glanced at my poster-covered walls. I was proud of my posters. My mum hates them, but that's because she doesn't understand my band obsession.

After a few hours of boredom and daydreaming, I thought I might as well sort my outfit for tonight.

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8.30pm

I looked at my reflection in the mirror, pondering if I should change my outfit or not. I was wearing a short black jumper, with a floral miniskirt accompanied by black over-the-knee socks with black wedge boots. Too over the top? I guess I'll find out soon enough. I switched to the bathroom for better lighting to work on my makeup and hair.

And now, the tricky task of a perfect eyeliner wing. Some said it couldn't be done, but I had faith. Wipes at the ready, I ever so carefully swept the liquid eyeliner above my eyelashes. I examined it in the bathroom mirror, impressed by my results. But the job was only half done. Raising the eyeliner pen to my eyelids, I once again swept it across, narrowly avoiding poking myself in the eye. Success.

Now, hair. Damn my hair - it just won't behave. It's all over the place. I attempt to bring it under control with a brush. I roll my eyes in annoyance and gaze in the mirror at the pale, brown-haired girl with big blue eyes staring back at me, and give up. My only option is to confine my crazy hair in a ponytail and hope that I look semi presentable.

I wondered about thee famous Luke that everyone swoons over. He sounded like just a typical fuckboy to me. My thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. I raced downstairs to beat my mother to the door. She eyed me up and down.

"Is that what you're wearing?" She asked, concerned.

"Yep. Problem?"

I didn't wait for an answer before swinging open the door and slamming it just as fast.

"Ready to go?" Asked Amber.

"I guess" I responded, no expression in my voice. "Who's house party is it anyway?"

"Alex's" she quickly replied. She had the biggest crush on Alex and Luke. It's going to be hard to drag her away.

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