Mila had come over to my apartment so we could finish our homework together and keep ourselves in check to be ready for the beach club by 8:30 pm. I debated inviting Mari along, but I wanted good vibes and, lately, she had been giving off the opposite.
Rehearsals with Mari were more pleasant than I anticipated, but I did feel and notice the tension we had when disagreeing on moves and combinations. I could tell the tense air between us went deeper than a simple school performance.
I thought of the moment when she told the group she wanted to go to the party instead of watching a movie with Jungkook and his gloomy look broke my heart. I truly couldn't believe she did that, especially in front of everyone.
Finally finishing up my homework, I shut my lap top and was stunned to see Mila shut hers at the same time. We were really on the same wavelength.
Mila tapped her fingers together like an evil scientist. "Okay, now onto the fun stuff." She brought her head low but lifted her eyes up at me with devilish excitement. "What are we wearing?!"
Practically sprinting to my closet, I slid open the sliding mirror door with a sliver of hope. I had to have something that I felt both confident and show stopping in. I didn't want to just look good—I wanted to make a statement.
"Bitch, I don't know," I warily said, tearing up my already messy closet. "Nothing I have really screams 'beach club.'"
Mila got up and made her way over. I instantly whipped my body around to face her and stood in a starfish position, trying to hide as much of my closet from her view as I could.
Her head jerked backwards while her face contorted into confusion. "What?"
"Don't look inside, it's a war in there," I warned her. She tried to peek through the gaps in my shielding and I swiftly moved my body to cover the area she was looking at.
The long, wavy haired girl crossed her arms and stomped a foot. "Y/N, stop playing around. We don't have time for this."
She sighed and pulled me away from the entrance. Mila, then, began to look inside and navigate through the maze of material.
"I usually keep my bathing suits on the left side," I feebly offered with the accompaniment of a point.
She wordlessly checked that area and tossed all of my bathing suits at me so I could spread them all out on my bed. She was still tossing as I began observing my options. Nothing I had felt right and I pulled at my hair.
Mila came to the opposite side of my bed and crossed her arms looking what I had to work with. She, too, didn't look quite convinced.
"None of these are right," I frowned. "What are you wearing?"
"Hmm, well I'm wearing this." Mila walked over to her bag and rummaged through. She looked lost for a bit before taking all of the contents of her bag out.
"What's wrong?" I came around to her.
She sat, stumped. "I think I forgot to pack my swim suit in my bag..."
"Oh shit," I covered my mouth with a little laugh.
"This isn't funny! What are we gonna do?" She frowned. She looked so funny all upset.
"Okay okay, I'm sorry," I apologized still smiling. "Did you wanna go back to your place and get it?"
"Not really..."
An idea flashed in my head. "Okay, wait. What time is it?"
She crawled over to her phone on the floor and tapped it. "5:30 pm. Why?"
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