Not Your Typical Love Story

Chapter Three

I shift on my feet as I stand before Ellie's full length mirror, my eyes scanning my outfit despite the fact that I'd already looked at it countless times before. I pose and turn to catch different angles of my look, enjoying myself with the knowledge that there won't be someone to judge on how I was acting just a tiny bit narcissistic.

Tonight's party outfit is actually more like my usual party attire than any club dress. It was, after all, just a party at a house filled with drunk college kids who probably got too wasted to know they were fucking with highschool teenagers.

I smile at myself in the mirror, watching my full lips stretch to form the type of flirtatious grin I tended to use whenever I was trying to get a lay for the night. Satisfied, I changed my face to a different expression - one I had no intention on using tonight - a fish face, puckering my lips and sucking my cheeks in as I bobbed my head side to side.

Ellie laughs at me when she notices, and I turn my head around when I hear it. I'm not embarrassed though, me and her are far too good of friends to do that. I give her a small smile and a jokingly suggestive raise of the brow that makes her smile wider before I turn back around to continue my inspection.

The makeup I wear is minimal, but still there. I'm wearing enough foundation to cover up the small amount of freckles I feel make me look more childish than I am. My lips are a nude color, light pink and matte. My eyebrows aren't really filled in, not when the natural shape does just fine. My hair has been straightened out from its usual mild waves, an inky black that falls down to my shoulder blades.

My off the shoulder crop top shows off my collar bones, which I've been told are the kind that you'd see on a magazine model. The exposed part of my stomach shows the vertical lines of my muscles, which I only acquired due to Ellie, who'd dragged me along to go on workout with her.

My black, ripped jeans match in color with my shirt, and are tight enough to hug my figure without cutting off my breathing. In reality, they're actually more like jeggings, which is vital for me if I plan in doing the type of partying I had in mind tonight.

I slip my phone from out of my back pocket, pressing my thumb to the home button to unlock it with my fingerprint. My background is a picture of me and Ellie, taken at a club a few weeks ago. She's puckering her face at the camera as I try and hide. My wallpaper usually fluctuates, never the same picture for long, but this was just a perfect embodiment of our friendship that I couldn't help but keep it for a little longer.

I pull up the camera app, bringing my phone up to her mirror as I took a picture of the outfit.

"Very post-worthy," Ellie comments after I've snapped a few shots, confirming my own thoughts. I nod at her for the information as I prepare to post it to social media. "Tag me, please," she continues from her seat at her all white vanity that goes along with the rest of her room.

I roll my eyes, but bring out the tags anyways, giving her a look. "Why?"

She pouts at me through the mirror. "Because your account has more followers than mine. Give me a nudge, will you?" I laugh at her shallow reasoning, shaking my head fondly as I press the post button for Instagram. I give a glance at the caption, 'just a little bit of partying tonight', looking back to her once I'd finished, making eye contact trough the mirror as I sat down on her bed.

I shift so that one leg is under the other, with my other leg dangling off the bed from the knee down. I raise an eyebrow at her reflection. "Are you done with your hair yet? You've been sitting there for like a million years." She glared at my words, making me smile.