Girl Online ⎯ m.c [DISCONTINUED]

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I was laying in my bed, scrolling through tumblr, like any other summer day. I reblog pictures and gif sets every now and then. The only reason why I wasn't texting Michael was because he was on stage and concert-ing. That's not a word, but since when did I care?

McKenna walked in and sat on the bed next to me. I didn't even know she was in the house

"Hey," she said.

"Hi," I responded, distracted by the endless gifs of Michael on my dashboard. Not that I'm complaining.

"We're going to a party tonight."

My head shot up to look at her with confusion, "Oh are we? Because I don't remember agreeing to this."

She nodded her head, "Yeah, we are. Justin texted me and he said he's having one tonight. Kyle wants you there, or else I wouldn't have even tried to invite you, because I know you're going to put up a fuss anyway."

Just was a guy in our grade that she hooked up with every time there was a party. I hardly ever go to parties, but even I know that.

"Damn right I am! There's nothing wrong with me doing nothing all day, everyday. And what if my dad says no, huh?" I question, crossing my arms.

McKenna laughed, "I already asked him, and he said that it would be you to get out and socialize."

"Fucking Dad," I grumbled, rubbing my eye freely since I had no makeup on.

"Better start getting ready now, since the party starts in two hours."

"I thought you said the party was tonight?" I question as she starts looking through my jewelry.

"It is. You just have been in bed all day, so you don't know what time it is."

"Touche," is all I say before I start getting ready.

I crawl out of bed and walk to my closet to look for something to wear. With McKenna's help, I picked out a blue and white bralette, black high-waisted skinny jeans, and a sheer cardigan with my high-top converse.

McKenna was already dressed when she walked into the house, so she was sitting on my bed as I hopped into my jeans. Literally, I hopped into my jeans. She just laughed.

I finally managed to button them, and when I looked back up, she was video taping me. I threw the closest thing at her, which happened to be a pillow, which hit her phone and caused it to fall out of her hands.

"Damn, momma. There a reason your right arm is so strong?" She teased in a fuck boy voice.

"Wouldn't you like to know," I joked back in an overly high-pitched voice.

I didn't do much with my hair; just put some curls in it. I did my eye makeup dark, though, just because I was feeling a little scandalous tonight. Who am I kidding, I just didn't feel like removing the failed eyeliner attempt, so I just filled it in thicker and darker.

Once I was done, and when McKenna stopped taking videos of me, we walked down the stairs to the living room. Keenan was out with friends tonight, so Dad was the only person down there.

"Those jeans are a little tight. And you've got quite a lot of skin showing. I don't know if it's actually a good idea to send you to this party," he said once he saw me.

"Don't worry Dad. My invisible chastity belt is on," I saluted him.

He laughed at me, but his face soon turned serious. "If you're too drunk to drive home, just text me and I'll come get you. I don't care if it's three in the morning. I'd rather lose sleep than lose you in an accident."