American Runaways

Chapter 5. Feels good to have some fun huh?

 I went into the kitchen where I smelt coffee being made and seen Peter sitting on the balcony with a cup. I pour myself some, and joined him out there. 

"Good morning," I said sitting on a chair next to him. 

"Hey," He squinted at me.

"So last night was fun?"

"Oh yeah, but this hangover isn't," He laughed. 

"Isn't it weird being here with them?" I asked. 

"Yeah, I was just thinking that. We used to make fun of the Pops and now we are in Vegas with them." We stayed silent, looking out a the rising sun, "Can I tell you something? But you have to promise you won't tell anyone."

"Of course."

Peter took a deep breath in, "I think I like Meg."

"Are you serious?" I said shocked, "Is that why you were acting weird at the party?"

"Yeah. We finally had an in with them by her inviting us to the party. I thought if I was as cool as them, maybe she would see me differently."

"Don't change yourself for anyone, Peter."

"I know that now," He said, "So I guess Megan has the night planned out for us."

"What do she have planned?" I asked.

"She's going to try and get us into one of the clubs. Her parents are friends with a lot of club owners here."

"We're only 18, I don't think they will let us in."

*****

 It was around 10 and us girls were getting ready in my room, because I had a big enough mirror for the 3 of us to sit on the counter and do our makeup. 

"I can never get this winged eyeliner thing down," I groaned. 

"Here," Meg said. She motioned for me to turn her way, "I have this really nice eyeliner brush that works like magic. Close your eyes." 

I did as I was told. I felt her hand resting on my cheek as she stoked the brush against my eyelid. 

 I smiled as she did my makeup. I never had friends to sit around and do stuff like this with. I always wanted to have that 90's cliché group of friends, where we would have a sleep over at one of the girls' house and we would do all those girly activities. Like paint each others nails, read magazines and do those silly quizzes to see what boy from One Direction we were compatible with, or talk about what boys we were crushing on this school year. But I never had anything close to that. Of course I had Peter, but I don't think he would be interested to find out that he is more compatible with Louis than Harry. I also never really made friends with any of the foster girls I had met. Not because I didn't like them, but I was always scared because I knew I was going to be moved again and we wouldn't see each other. I just got lucky with Peter. 

"Okay, done," Megan squealed, "OMG, I'm a miracle worker. Look!"

Again, I did as I was told and looked in the mirror. I was even taken back by the great job she did. My eyeliner was perfect and sharp and the mascara made my eyelashes go on for miles, "Holy shit."

"Ok, me next!" Mel said, "I want to look good too."

 I hopped the counter and went to try and found an outfit. I grabbed my white chucks, but then stopped wondering if I should dress casual or dressy. I don't have any dressy heels, so I'm going to have to make do. I grabbed my pink high waisted skirt, lace white cropped tank, and a jean jacket. 

 When I came out of the bathroom from changing, I seen Mel and Megan in little black dresses and heels, and I felt totally out of place. 

"Wow you guys look cute," I said, slipping on my chucks.