My little disaster ⬨ - ⬨ Rafe Cameron x OC

V, Let's Get This Party Started

"But in the end, everyone turns out to be the person they swore they'd never become."

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My body jolts, waking me up from whatever deep slumber I was in. I don't remember falling asleep nor do I remember whatever I was dreaming about but based on the way my body is covered in sweat, odds are it wasnt good. My teeth decide to chatter a bit and that's when I know I need a couple drinks to help get whatever edge this is off immediately. Speaking of drinks, what time is it? I fumble for my phone, patting my hand around my bed until it comes into contact with the smooth glass surface that is my phone screen. Lifting my phone to my face I glance at the time. 7:36 PM. Not too bad of a time, just early enough that I can get ready and not get yelled at by JJ for being late but still late enough that i can be fashionably late and nobody will give a flying fuck. Perfect.

With that thought in mind I push myself up from my bed, stretching out my back as I do so. All the nerves and muscles in my body feel tight which just urges me to get ready as fast as possible because some beers would just soothe everything and the faster I get them the better.

A chill runs down my spine for no good reason, except there is a good reason because I somehow managed to forget about my little dip in the water earlier and my clothes are glued to my body, still dripping wet. I guess that could explain the sweat.

Shaking my head I set my mind on my first goal of the night, find an outfit and change as soon as possible so that I don't get sick. Only issue is that my clothes are everywhere, thrown around my room in no order whatsoever. On the ground in front of me there's a pair of underwear accompanied by a shirt I have not seen before in my life, odds are it likely isn't mine at all. God finding something is going to be difficult.

I do a quick eenie meenie miney moe with the four corners of my room trying to decide which corner to search for a good outfit in. The one I settle on barely has anything but I guess whatever is there should work.

My feet quickly make their way to the corner and I pick up the first decent thing I see which just so happens to be another top that is definitely not mine whatsoever. God, how much clothes has Kiara left over? The top is a beautiful green twisted crop top, it would hit me about mid waist and twist around the cleavage. Eh I can make it work. I throw the top over my shoulder and begin to search the corner for any shorts, settling on a pair of loose light blue cut up shorts that I bought off a yard sale down in the cut. I guess this outfit will work.

With this random outfit in hand I wasted no time before ripping off my damp clothes and replacing them with the dry ones. The shorts fit my hips perfectly but the top was a bit of a struggle.

I check my phone once more, 7:53 PM. Damn that took a lot longer than I would have liked. I need to at least make it out of the house before 8:10 so I guess now's the time to go full rush mode.

Without another thought I walk into my bathroom, not even bothering to give myself a once over in the mirror. Instead, I throw open every single drawer attached to my sink and pull out every single thing that could be of some use to fix myself up so I look at least halfway decent.

The first thing that hits the counter top is a three year old mascara that I'm still scrubbing the edges for, that should help lift my lashes at least a little bit, make me look like I'm not on the edge of death. The second thing is a eyeliner pencil that is on its last breath, that should help my dark circles look normal. After the third thing I stopped counting and before I knew it my face was covered in old makeup, half of which I completely forgot existed, but it definitely helps me stop looking like I'm a zombie that just walked out of my grave so that helps.