ℑ 𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔪𝔢

Chapter 3: Eliaah

"I promise you, it's gonna be so fun."

I'm sprawled out on top of Julie's pink and white bedspread scrolling on my phone, "I just don't want to go, j."

She whips around in her vanity chair mid lipgloss application to glare at me, "Eliaah. You said you'd go." She pouts at me and I roll my eyes, "Gigi, help."

Gigi perks up at the sound of her name, twisting a stray piece of hair around her finger, "El, come on. I'm usually not a supporter of Julie's guilt-based tactics but you haven't been out with us in forever. It'll be fun." She glances at me with a sad look.

I toss my phone to my side sighing and propping myself up on my elbows waiting a moment before answering, enjoying the eager looks on both of their faces, "Fine."

"Finally!" Julie groans and I give her the finger but smile. Gigi shoves another handful of chips into her mouth before dusting her hands off and stretching as she untangles herself from the human pretzel she had become on Julie's bed, "On my fucking white sherpa throw. Are you kidding me G?" Julie shoots her a glare, mascara wand in hand.

Gianna rolls her eyes, "Oh whatever, princess." She reaches a hand out to me and yanks me off the bed and I groan. Julie's the only one who's actually getting ready, already dressed in her costume: slutted up Tinkerbelle. Complete with green sparkly wings and a dress so tight it looks spray-painted on her body. Gigi and I are still in sweatpants and T-shirts. Julie stands to size us up, grimacing disapprovingly, "What are your guys' costumes? Broke ass bitches?"

"No, something more like... I don't know, people on track to graduate high school?" I cross my arms, grinning. Gigi laughs.

"It's not even that bad! I still am passing the class, ok?" Julie flips me off before disappearing into her closet.

"Gigi. Costume?" asks Julie's muffled voice behind layers of fabric.

"I'm looking." Gigi's scrolling through Instagram trying to find a last-minute costume, "Ugh, just do Ellie first I need a sec."

"Fine," sighs Julie's disembodied voice, "El? Costume?"

I toss a couple of chips into my mouth, sinking back onto the bed, "Options?"

"Uhhh," She reemerges from the closet with an arm full of hangers. She flips through them, "Black dress which could be a witch, we could do poison ivy, Playboy Bunny... ooooh we could do a cat woman."

I look up from my doomscroll, "Uh, yeah sure. The last one."

"Really? Feeling spicy today Ms. 4.0 GPA."

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20 minutes later I'm standing in front of Julie's bedroom mirror in the tightest black latex mini-dress, "Jules, why the fuck do you even have this?" I tug at one of the straps.

"Ex-boyfriend. It's a long story." She waves me off before finally closing the zipper, "Done." She steps back to admire her handiwork.

Gigi looks up from curling her hair, "Oh my god. So hot." She smiles, "You are going to get absolutely dicked down tonight."

I roll my eyes, yanking my hair into a Pamela Anderson-esque updo earning a groan from Julie. "You ruined it." She pouts. I ignore her, readjusting my cat ears.

I grab some eyeliner and circle it around the outside corners of my eyes before scrubbing both eyelids aggressively.

"There's no way you can do that without abusing your eyes?"

"It gives it a lived-in look." I wink at Julie.

I can feel my whole ass basically hanging out of my dress. The whole thing is just one tiny piece of fabric, I'm really amazed I could squeeze into it without giving away some free Only Fans teasers. We spend the next hour or so pulling Gigi's hair, first in rollers, then later out of them, finishing my makeup, and spraying Julie head-to-toe in body glitter.