Honey and Scars

Wine, and other unknown alcohol

Yesterday was quite a roller coaster of emotions. I was shocked by Matteo's words, and yet somewhere deep inside of me I already knew how he felt. One week. Two weeks until I'll be eighteen. The closer I get the more nervous I am. I know summer is ending, which means I'll be looking for collages and studying all year.

I was walking inside when I heard the telephone ring. I walked over and answered it since I couldn't see anyone else in the house.

"Barlow household." I said. I've answered the phone like that since I was a little girl.

"Hey Han. It's Viccy. Alex and a few of his friends are throwing a party tonight, and I really would love to go. Please, please come. And before you say no, you don't have an option. You can borrow my clothes." She demanded, her tone light and airy.

I smiled. She was quite something. We were polar opposites.

"Vic. You know I hate parties. Please don't make me go." I begged, knowing that there was no way I was going to get out of this.

"Yes, I know, I know. But you're still going. Be here in an hour and we can get ready together." She said and hung up before I had a chance to argue.

I hate socializing, especially with our town. Everyone here is snobby, and rich. We're all close though, and everyone knows eachother by name. Sometimes it's nice, but that means nobody gets away with anything.

I sighed and put the phone back on the stand. Oh Victoria. She always gets what she wants.

I ran across the dirt road that separated Victorias house and mine. When I got there the screen door was propped open against a brick.

"Hey Vic. It's Hannah. I'm here." I said as I entered her little Victorian home.

She rushed down the stairs and greeted me with a hug. "I'm so so so excited!" She said and grabbed my hand as she yanked me back up the stairs.

I laughed a bit and followed her. She was always so happy. I want to know how, but I'm afraid I never will.

When we entered her room it was scattered with clothes, and shoes of all sorts.

I smiled and sat myself down on her bed as she shuffled through copious amounts of clothes.

"Okay. Dress? Or pants?" She asked me, picking out multiple options and throwing them next to me on the bed.

"Uhh. Neither?" I joked.

She rolled her eyes and threw something at me. "Dress it is!" She declared as she took her shirt off and put on a plaid button up.

"Absolutely not." I said holding up the short blue dress she chucked at me. It was spaghetti strap with white lace on the bottom. It sure was pretty. But not on me.

"Oh cmon! It's perfect. You'll look great!" She pleaded as she put on a pair of kaki high waisted shorts, and tied her button up so it was cropped. She looked wonderful. I wish I looked like her.

I sighed and realized there's no point in arguing when I'll end up in the dress by the end of the night anyway.

"Ugh fine." I said as I sighed and stood up. It was awfully short.

She jumped up and down and clapped. "Yay!"

"I'm wearing a sweater with it tho." I told her as I undressed and let my clothes fall to the floor. She was turned around busy looking through jewelry so I wasn't worried about her looking at my disgusting body.

I heard her groan. "Fine" she said as she put a necklace on, and followed that by teasing her dark brown curls.

I quickly dressed and walked over to the full body mirror she had attached to her bedroom door. I looked... different. The dress was tight and highlighted all the curves I never allow the world to see. My breasts were pressed up which showed more cleavage than I prefer, and the bottom of the dress rested just above the middle of my thigh.