❝𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒❞ | 𝗠𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗹 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗼𝗻

1 | Sweet voice in the dark

— « 'Cause this is thriller, thriller night... »

— Naïcia hurry up if you don't want us to miss the last train to Fave'J, I yelled from the bathroom to my best friend.

Dressed in a pretty long sequined silver dress with a slight neckline also having a slit on the left leg, long white lace gloves and several white accessories such as a pearl necklace and a bow tie tied in my long brown hair, I was ready. Or almost. I still have to put on my horrible heels with their big white platforms. My heart beats so fast when I glance at my reflection ; despite the fact that the stress is starting to make me sweat, my eyeliner is still there, same goes for my mascara and my glitter eyeshadow. Despite everything, I'm thinking of put some more gloss on my lips.

— "There ain't no second chance against the thing with forty eyes, girl. Thriller, thriller night... »

I hurried to finish getting ready, but was skeptical when I heard this music from my living room. I quickly recover my heels and rush towards the latter. My best friend still hasn't moved, she's still lying on my sofa, staring at her phone screen.

Tell me I'm dreaming...please.

— Naïcia?? The girls are almost here already, and we haven't even gotten out yet!

— Yes, I'm coming, the music video is almost finished.

- Are you serious ? The last train heading to Fave'J will be here in less than 10 minutes, I expressed with conviction while struggling to put on my heels.

— I would still have preferred to go to the Marquee i swear-...

— Well, stay there and watch your thing, I'm leaving, I'm finally moving, getting closer at the door.

— Eeeew, can you relax, it's only 10:20 p.m. And then, I'm getting ready for the concert! I can't believe it, I'm going to see...

— You're bothering me with your singer, I'm going outside with or without you.

— Wait for me ! She said without cutting off his music.

I've never seen anyone so obsessed with a singer...not counting Naïcia. The adrenaline kicks in as I realize that we have a chance to miss our train, and I really don't want to miss  it 'cause this is an evening with all the girls. Since we've been on internship, we don't see each other as much as we did at university. Our schedules don't allow us to have parties or anything, and here we are finally on vacation! We can finally have fun and forget about all the mental load that weighs us down — me personally — and just think about having fun. So no, I wouldn't miss it. Naïcia runs several times with all her stuff, panting for her things.

— I told you to get ready instead of looking at your stuff.

— Speak well of MJ.

— MC, MT, or MQ, I promise you that if we miss it-...

— I'm almost ready, it's okay! she screams with her pretty black gaze.

Naïcia and I have been roommates for 2 years now, but she is only staying here on weekends for this semester, since she is doing her three-month internship in her parents' city - which she really likes - she sleeps on her parents house instead of going back and forth, since yes, the city of his parents is still 2 hours from New York.

- Hurry up !

- I'm ready !

My friend shows up like a stake in front of me, her face screaming with anguish. Her curly brown hair is styled in a quick bun, her luscious lips are made up in a bright red, highlighting her olive skin, and her golden dress offers a view of her generous chest, the fine fabric molds her incredible hips before barely falling to the ground. She is magnificent.