𝐅𝐀𝐖𝐍•ᵉ ʲᵃᵉᵍᵉʳ

7

𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟿𝚝𝚑

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐁𝐘 𝐀𝐒 𝐈 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋, my outfit options sprawled across my bed in a chaotic mess. "What the hell am I going to wear?" I mutter, glancing at Sasha, who is calmly scrolling through her phone as if she doesn't have a care in the world. "This is a party, not a fashion show! I can't just throw on a random outfit and call it a day!"

Sasha rolls her eyes, barely looking up from her screen. "Chill out! You've got plenty of options. Just pick something that makes you feel cute. Honestly, you're stressing over nothing. Meanwhile, I'm over here ready to serve cunttt."

"Easy for you to say! You actually have your life together. I feel like I'm going to show up wearing a potato sack and scare everyone away," I groan, flopping onto my bed and burying my face in a pillow.

"Please, you could wear a potato sack and still look good. Just find something that flatters your body. You know, a little sass, a little oomph!" She flashes a cheeky grin, standing up and pulling out a loose off-the-shoulder white t-shirt that reads "Absolut Idiot" in bold letters. "Here, why don't you try this? It'll definitely work for the bonfire and keep you comfy."

I take a look at the shirt, biting my lip. "It's cute, but what if it's too casual? I don't want to be that girl who shows up looking like a mess."

Sasha huffs, hands on her hips. "Listen, you're not looking like a mess. You're looking effortlessly cool. Besides, if you're worried, just pair it with those grey wide leg sweats. They'll keep you warm, and we're here to have fun, not totally stress about looking perfect."

"Ugh, fine! I'll try it on," I concede, grabbing the shirt and sweatpants. I begin to strip right then and there. After a quick adjustment, I show Sasha and her eyes blow wide.

She gasps dramatically. "Girl, you look stunnin' The off-the-shoulder is giving total hungover but in like a cute way..!"

"Okay, but I feel like I'm just going to look like a hot mess," I say, glancing at my reflection. "What if I regret this?"

Sasha crosses her arms and gives me a knowing look. "Fuck it! If you look like a mess, at least you did your makeup and showered, so you're a hot mess! Own it! No one's here to judge; they're here to have fun with you."

I nod, finally feeling a flicker of confidence. "Alright, let's do this. Hot mess it is!"

Sasha beams, grabbing her jacket. "Now you're talking! Let's go! I need gas anyway."

As we shuffle out of my dorm room, I lazily check my bag for the essentials, my hand barely making it to the bottom. "Okay, I've got my phone, wallet, and—ugh, shitttt.. where's my lip gloss?" I mumble, peering into the depths of my bag like it's a black hole.

Sasha, already halfway down the hall, calls back, "Seriously? You're really gonna need that if you wanna hook up with someoneee!"

"True! No one wants to be caught with dry lips," I reply, finally pulling out the gloss from under a crumpled snack wrapper. "Found it! Now I can at least pretend I have my life together."

"Pretending is half the battle, Y/N!" Sasha laughs, dragging her feet as we make our way down the hallway. "Just try not to scare any boys away with your shiny ass face."