The stairs creak underneath my feet. It's such a surreal experience, I never expected I'd be in Nate's house ever again. But here I am. I follow closely behind her.
"Nice house." I say.
"Thanks."
Nate grabs my hand, which takes me by surprise. She leads me into a room, her room. Nate's room is different than I remember it to be, the walls that were once painted green are now a beige kind of color, and there's a landfill of clothing in the corner. The curtains are pulled shut leaving only creaks of light.
"You didn't even try to look organized."
She just shrugs and walks towards her closet.
"Here." She tosses a white dress in my direction. I raise my arm to catch it but I miss and it lands on the floor.
"You can't even catch that?" she scoffs.
"Shut up." I say, picking up the dress and examining it.
The dress is quite simple, it's off the shoulder and the skirt hugs my legs.
"How do I look?"
"Terrible." Nate says without missing a beat.
Something's off though, Nate isn't staring blankly at me. Instead she's glancing off to the side. Her hair flowing down her back. And I see the faintest hint of blush crawling up her neck. She looks like a painting, and I can't help but stare at her.
"What are you looking at?" Nate asks, crossing her arms.
"Nothing." I say a bit too quickly. "You should probably get changed, the party's probably starting soon."
Nate raises an eyebrow, but she doesn't say anything else before heading into the closet and closing the door behind her.
A/N- Sorry for not being consistent, I've been a bit busy lately with school and other stuff. I want to thank you all for reading my story, and have a good day <3
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RomanceTwo girls, one kiss, and infinite unsaid words. *** When Natalie Underwood makes it Clear to Azalea that she doesn't want anything to with her, Azalea and Natalie think they won't ever cross paths a...
