Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
CH 2 — PARTY
' you really are addicted to sucking the fun out of every situation '
༺༻
ꨄ third person POV ꨄ
FOR AS LONG AS THEY CAN REMEMBER, Alexis Hutchinson and Camilla George have been the bestest friends in the world. They can't imagine life without each other; whenever shit goes sides ways for one, the other is always there. The pair gossiped and always told secrets, no matter the severity.
Hence Alexis' stupidity and self-hate for not telling Camilla her biggest secret. The brown girl has always questioned about it; the thought of her best friend being unhealthy addicted to drugs haunting her. Alex hates seeing her in such a worrying state, therefore decided she'd keep the truth to herself — she wouldn't lie, she just wouldn't say anything about it.
The black haired girl stares at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her pupils aren't as diluted and she can feel the loss of alcohol in her system. The problem with Alexis is that she detests herself without drugs. Ever since she was thirteen, she believes that drugs have been the only thing that can bring her happy self back to the surface.
"Alexis!"
She blinks and her vision focusses again due to the rapid knocking at her bathroom door. She lets her head fall down to her chest before bending down slightly in a stretch, "Yeah, yeah," She groans, "I'm coming."
"I have a dress for you," Camilla calls before roughly barging the door open, shoving a coat hanger into Alexis' hands.
She curses at herself for not sliding the lock across before smiling weakly at her friend whose motioning for her to look at the dress bundled up in her arms. Alex licks her lips, turning back to the mirror and holding the thin black fabric against her body. A grimace works it's way onto her face and she tilts her head slightly in hopes that a different angle will help it appeal more.
"It is nice," She nods after her moments of silence, "I suppose."
Camilla sticks her neck out, glaring at the girl in the mirror, "You suppose? Alexis, this is yours. It's out of your closet. You bought it."
"Oh, I didn't buy it," Alex laughs, turning fully to Cami, "You did and then decided you didn't want it so gave it to me."
She waves her arms around, huffing, "Whatever. Just put it on. We're already late."
Alexis rolls her eyes, shuffling her best friend out of the room, slowly shutting the door, "It's Ale Compton, Cami. That fucking boy is late to his own parties. Plus, I'm sure he's not missing us."
