Cyber ~ 5sos

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(just a heads up, the next two chapters are THE chapters youve all been waiting for)

Isabella's POV

Somehow in my life I had seemed to avoid all parties in general yet over the last few months, I seemed to be rocking up to every one available. It just all seemed very very mad.

And here I was stood, in front of my wardrobe staring at the (quite very) boring clothes stood in front of me.

How the hell was I supposed to find a Halloween outfit out of all of this?

I pull out my phone, calling the only person I know would help me with this.

'Mol?' I ask, bring the phone up to my ear.

'Is. Halsey.' She replies, sounding as stunned as a freaking tazer. (a.n. YEAH CHECK ME OUT WITH MY SIMILE WHAT U GONNA DO ABT IT)

'What?' I ask, genuinely confused.

'Halsey's new album is fucking great' Mol screams down the phone, as I quickly pull the phone away from my ear to decrease the probability of my ear bleeding.

'Mol' I ask, her still freaking out on the other end of the line. 'Mol!'

'Yeah?' She finally composes herself.

'Look, I need help deciding what to wear for the party tonight'

'Wait you still haven't got a costume?' She asks.

'No, and I have no idea what to do' I stress. 'Wait what are you going as?'

'A slutty doll' she replies smugly. 'Cal chose it for me'

'I bet Eve and Jase will love that' I laugh.

'They won't care, come on it's Jason and Eve we're talking about here' She explains loosely.

'Hm true. So maybe you'd like to get your ass over here and help me pick out an outfit before I lose the will to live' I laugh subtly.

'On my way dumbass' she chuckles.

I end the call and chuck my phone onto my bed, hearing it make a small 'plop' on the duvet screwed up on my bed.

Cmon Isabella, what could you go as? Something black, screw going in colour. Colour is for the weak.

Maybe I might just rock up in a black hoodie and say I came as A from Pretty Little Liars. But then I suppose people wouldn't really understand the concept behind that.

Maybe I just need to go shopping and try and find an outfit. Okay no fuck it.

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'Are you ready yet?' Mol asks, observing me from behind whilst I stare in the mirror in her room perfecting my winged eyeliner. OKay no when I say perfecting, I really mean trying to fix the mess of black around my eyes, but that's between you and me.

The day had been pretty stressful, with trying to find a bloody outfit for the Halloween party tonight and the stress of thinking about what actually might happen tonight.

The amount of texts I had sent Michael had been stupid, but now as well as Luke, he had decided to ignore me. Great.

'Well I guess so' I say spinning around. She leans on one leg, looking at me up and down.

'What are you dressed as again?' She asks, checking the time on the wall.

'Black widow' I groan, her face still blank with confusion. 'The Marvel Superhero?'

'Oh! Like THe X-Men and Batman' She nods along.

'Well no because The X-Men and Batman aren't owned by Marvel' I justify giggling slightly.