Anaxiphilia

Chapter Two

     So here i was, standing in front of my mirror. Wondering how my life became so stressful. Just because I didn't know what to wear. My hair, wasn't done, I didn't have anything to wear, my room was a mess...well at least I was glad the party wasn't going to be at my house. I didn't want people snooping around and touching my stuff. "Welp. I have no idea what do.." I said out to myself. Just as soon as I said that, Tristan called. "Happy birthday bitch!" Its 9am and this child in an adult's body just had to scream in my ear. "Thank you" "So....how's it going..?"

"Horrible" "Oh no. What's happening?" "I have no idea what to wear this evening or what to do to my hair, and I'm stuck in front of the mirror, my room is a mess and–" "ok ok calm down.  First of all, ain't no way you're gonna be stressed out on your birthday. Second of all, the party isn't this evening. Ok it is, but it's not going to start at 9pm or something like they do in the movies" "What?" "Yeah...it's actually gonna be at 6pm..'till you drop'.." "ok, but it's just 9am" "yes but you need to be prepared girl. You know what? I'm coming over". And just like that, he ended the call. Well at least I had a little help. 5 minutes later, I heard a knock at my door.

I opened it to see Tristan standing there. "Heyyy" "How did you–" "Bitch I literally live like 5 minutes away" "oh. I'm probably too confused and stressed to remember anything right now" "You're always like that. Anyway. Let's go". He led the way to my room as if this was his house. Well it actually is because he's welcome here at anytime and same to me but then it's still my house. "Isla" "Oh I'm coming". I had forgotten I was supposed to follow him.

    Just how stressed am I over a simple dress? I mentally face palmed and went to my room to meet Tristan standing there being dramatic as usual. "Mama Mia! Isla! What's all this??" I looked from him to the mess on the floor and my bed made by me because I was throwing clothes about.

"You're not even Italian what's the with the 'mama mia' ? Oh and yeah I was looking for a dress to wear for a birthday party i was forced to attend. I was forced to attend my own birthday party" "whatever. Anyway, I'm sure there's a dress in there. If not, we're going to have to buy a new one" "No" "Yes" "No" "Yes" "No" "Yes" "No" "No?" "Yes" "Ayyy yes it is then" he laughed at how he had managed to trick me. "Dress up we're going shopping" I picked a dress and walked to the bathroom to change. And then we went out.

By 4pm, we had gotten really nice dresses I must say. I'm so used to always being in black baggy clothes that I forgot there were other colours that look really good on me" Once we got home, Tristan started with my hair. He styled it really nicely and did my makeup. Then he gave me three dresses to choose from. He saw me looking at the black bodycon dress. "Isla no" "Please. It just lookes so hot" "ugh fine"
I went into the bathroom again and wore the dress and dayum. I couldn't even believe it was me. I mean yeah I know I'm hot, but this dress made me look like a forbidden fruit. And I liked it.

      Immediately I walked out the bathroom, Tristan just had to be dramatic again. He gasped and even I could feel that gasp came from the deepest part of this throat. "Yess!! I'm a fashionista. Oh my goodness you look so freaking stunning in that dress. Come on spin around for me" and I did. "Woooh. Boys are going to go crazy over you tonight girl" I just giggled at him and turned to look in my mirror again. I was beginning to think he was right. With how I look tonight, and this best friend of mine, what's the worst that could happen?

So this was the dress....

The make up.....

And the heels.

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If you dont like them, then you can imagine your own outfit. No disrespect to my idea please🙂