No Strings

"Pop Girls Party"

Marina's POV

Don't get me wrong, I don't particularly enjoy parties. However, alcohol does make them a lot more bearable. And it's not an addiction, it's just a means of coping. That's all.

I get ready for the party then head over to Charli's early so I can have some time with her. I'll probably just be helping her set up, but I don't mind. I've missed her, and she's one of my best friends. I'd do anything with her.

Tonight I decided to do something very bold; break free from Electra Heart. I left the pretty blonde wig with dark roots at home, tonight my hair is my natural dark, thick, greek hair. And though my outfit is still pink, it's not the baby pink shade I dedicate to Electra, it's like a hot pink but slightly muted. It suits my boobs well too.

However, I cannot completely break free from Electra amidst this aesthetic-intensive era, so I keep the Electra Heart on my cheek. It looks quite cool anyway.

"Marina" Charli smiles, opening the door to me. I love her style, she reminds me of a scruffy schoolgirl - nicely grunge. "I missed you" she pulls me into a hug

"I missed you too" I say into her hair "you're so very successful!" I enthuse, pulling away "and you look really good"

"Stop" she smiles "you're hot and successful too. You can stay over if you want by the way, I have a free bedroom upstairs and there's no one else I'd rather give it to."

"That's very sweet, thank you. I might have to borrow clothes to sleep in"

"Of course, I'll get you some exclusive CharliXCX merch t-shirts for you to choose from" she smirks, I laugh

"Thank you, I'm honoured"

We go upstairs and sort out the room and stuff. She gives me a spare toothbrush too, giving me everything I need to stay over.

"I'm not going to lie," I start "I think I've fucked up.." I admit. We're on my bed for the night just talking. She was telling me all about her hookups from the past 6 months. It was quite impressive.

Charli's openly bisexual, but I think she has a preference for men, which is something I can't relate to. Why would I have time for men when women do it so much better?

"You've fucked up?" She asks, I nod

"It seems so."

"How've you managed that?" She asks. I sigh.

How did I manage it?

"Do you know Lana Del Rey?" I ask, she nods

"She's incredible. I'm friends with her sister"

"She is incredible.." I pause "I slept with her in London and ghosted her for a year. Now she's everywhere and demanding my attention" I explain. Her eyes widen and she kind of laughs.

"You've got to be joking.."

"I'm not. You cannot tell anyone, promise me you won't"

"I won't I won't, but oh my god. You slept with Lana Del fucking Rey. That's huge" she stops to think a second "was she good?"

The best.

"That's not the point. The point is, I don't know how to deal with her." I decide not to give her details in case she gets too excited and tells someone. I'm sure she'll get them out of me soon enough though.

"Hmm.." she makes a thinking noise "do you like her?" She asks, I raise my shoulders

"I do but I don't know the ways I like her."