Mrs. Maximoff

Forty-eight

Y/N's POV

It was the day of the party, and after sleeping over at Wanda's again, I asked her to drive me home so that I could get ready for the night.

It was a little past seven o'clock when she dropped me off, which meant we had about three hours to get ready before we had to leave.

"I'm home!" I shouted, assuming Morgan was home for the same reason.

"Y/N! You asshole, you're finally home!" They exclaimed as they ran up to me, giving me a hug.

"Woah, what's all the affection about?" I asked.

It was strange that I still didn't get insulted by them.

"I'm just happy." They grinned as they held me closer, squeezing me probably too hard.

"It's because of the party, isn't it?"

"I can't wait to get wasted!" Morgan started jumping like a little kid, I seriously thought something serious was up.

"Of course you are." I walked into my room, starting to think about what I would wear that night.

I hadn't gone clubbing in a while, so it was difficult for me to even find something I could wear there.

I wanted it to feel like the old times again, like when we were in college and went clubbing even though we had back-to-back classes the next day.

I skipped over the pants and shirts section in my closet and went directly to the few dresses I had.

I couldn't decide between a red one and a black one, so I knew I had to call for some help.

"Morgan!" I shouted, hearing fast footsteps coming my way as soon as I did.

"Yeah?"

"Red one or the black one?" I asked as I held up both dresses for them to observe, which they seemed to do pretty hardly.

"The red one is way too short, it's fucking freezing outside." They stated.

"Beauty is pain, Stark."

"Is it, though?" Morgan said before walking out again, probably headed to their room so they could start getting ready too.

After giving both dresses a good observation, I settled on the black one, Morgan was kind of right.

I didn't really like bringing coats in this kind of situation, so I chose the black one to make sure I wouldn't freeze to death.

I went to take a shower and also washed my hair, I didn't really know how I would style it yet, but I had time to figure it out.

One of my playlists was keeping me company as always, of course.

"Y/N! I need the shower!" I heard Morgan from outside the bathroom. Scoffing, I got out, put my robe on, and took my speaker with me.

Once I was in my room I got fully dressed, when I checked the time it was almost 8:30, gladly I was just in time to do my hair and makeup, which weren't going to be out of this world since I wasn't the best at that kind of things, I just knew how to do the necessary parts.

I started with doing my makeup, it was going to be just a light layer of foundation and some concealer, a thin eyeliner in the inner corner of my eye and mascara.

Just as I was done doing that I heard the doorbell, and since Morgan was still in the shower I went to open the door.

"Y/N!" And there was Jules, all ready to go.

"Jules! I missed you!" I hugged her tight, she did the same. "You look amazing!"

"Look who's talking!" She looked at me from head to toe before walking in.