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rebound

"I don't know.. do you really think anybody is even gonna talk to me?"

"Babe. Don't even worry. Ur hot as fuck. People will talk to you."

"If you say so.."

My best friend Rowan is taking me out to the club for my birthday tonight. And my boyfriend broke up with me 2 weeks ago. I've been depressed literally every day since then, so all I can hope is that tonight goes well, and if worst comes to worst, the least I can hope is to get drunk and feel at least a little bit better.

         Rowan is doing my makeup. I've never had my makeup done before. I usually just do it myself, and I don't wear it often anyway. Usually just to clubs or other places like that. Sometimes I'd wear it for Evan but now since we're not together anymore... I sigh at the thoughts of my past relationship.

We were so good together, what happened? Everything just went downhill in the last month that we were dating. Today, my birthday, would've marked four years of our relationship. It just makes no sense. One day, we were going to the amusement park together, hand in hand, and the next, he's telling me he's bored of me and wants to break up.

Thinking about all of this, I feel tears fill my eyes. My brows furrow as I try to stop myself from crying. Rowan pauses what he's doing, pulling the brush away from my face. He gives me a sympathetic look. "Sweetie, don't cry." He said, putting his hand on my thigh, trying to comfort me. I take a deep breath. "Everything will be okay, I promise. We're gonna make this the best birthday you've ever had. But seriously, please don't cry it'll mess up your makeup, I haven't set it yet." He smiles at me. I cant help but smile back.

Rowan always makes me feel better. Rowan has been one of my best friends since high school. He was my first friend when I moved schools during sophomore year, and we'd been together ever since. We went to college together and we're roommates, and even now after graduating, we're still roommates. Now that I was turning 24, I kinda felt like I wanted to do something more in my life. However, my plans have changed, since Evan and I broke up. I don't give a fuck anymore.

Anyway, while Rowan finishes my makeup, let me tell you more about him, and myself. My name is Jonathan, but everyone I've ever met calls me Johnny. Like I said before.. today is my 24th birthday. I graduated college when I was 21. I live in a tiny 2 bedroom apartment in Seattle with my best friend, Rowan. Rowan is 23. He's single, but he brings his hookups back to our place almost every day. I don't mind. Evan was usually here with me, but now..

My makeup is done. Rowan puts his brushes and various utensils away, before looking at me and smiling. "Okay, look in the mirror." He gave me his handheld mirror, and I couldn't even recognize the person looking back at me. My eyes widened. Rowan laughed at my reaction. "You look good!" He smiled. I'd never done my eyeliner like this before. He gave me a dramatic dark cat eye look, with black liner along my waterline. Mixed with my brown eyes, it made them stand out a bit. As different as it was, I honestly felt really hot. I looked up at him. "It looks good. I just don't know what I'm gonna wear to make it fit with my outfit." I said, smiling slightly. I knew Rowan's favorite thing was dressing me up. He jumped up. "Don't even worry. I know exactly what you should wear."

He rushed out of the room to his room, and before I knew it, he had returned with an outfit for me to wear. Rowan typically dresses more masculine than me, as he presents more as a top rather than a bottom, and usually his clothes don't fit me right since he's 6'3 and I'm 5'6, but I took his word for it anyway and let him give me the clothes.

"Alright, babe, go change into this. It should fit you. Right but if it doesn't I can help you fix it." He handed me the clothes and I swiftly exited the room to go to the bathroom we shared. Once I'd shut the door and gotten settled, I finally looked at the clothes he gave me. It was a black fishnet top with long sleeves with finger holes, almost like gloves. It wasn't my style. I typically wore more.. bright colors. But with my makeup I had on now I figured it would look well. For my bottoms, I had a pair of black cargo pants. I shrugged and changed into the outfit, struggling for a second but eventually putting it on correctly. I looked in the mirror.