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Emily's POV
Kyla and I get back to my house after fighting over Calum's party the whole way home. I have always hated going to parties because I am a very unsocial piece of bread. I finally gave in to her pleas when she offered to finish my history homework and buy me an iced coffee.
"You literally have the worst taste in clothing I have ever seen Emmy. All you have is sweaters, plain shirts, skirts and dresses. And pink! Everything is pink! Even one of the two sets of jeans you own." Kyla complains as she rummages through my closet trying to find me something to wear.
"Oh well," I sigh, "I guess I just won't get to go to the party."
"Shush. You are going, but you are going to wear something of mine. Lets go get coffee and head to my house. And plus you don't own any makeup anyways."
I groan as she drags me off my bed and out the door. Yes, okay I was somewhat of a girly girl. That's just how I was raised. I was never allowed to listen to any of the cool bands like Blink-day, or Sum Charlotte, or whatever those bands are called. Just recently I was allowed to wear jeans. My mother says that ladies should wear skirts or dresses. Lots of things were banned in my household. Crop tops? To exposed. Shorts? Asking to be sexed up. Band tees? Satan on a t-shirt. Makeup? Whoring girls up for the last 6000 years.
Lets just say I have a very strict home.
Kyla buys herself a black coffee, and me a vanilla iced latte. I give her some money because even though she said she would buy it for me so I would go to the party I just hate when people buy me things, especially Ky. Plus, she always drives me around seeing as she has her licence and a car.
We pull into her drive way and she practically sprints into her bedroom. I mean, I have never seen a bag of potatoes run so fast. I chase after her, careful not to stab myself in the eye with the straw of my iced coffee. Even when I ran I drank iced coffee. I have a problem.
"EMMY GET YOUR ASS UP HERE!" The bag of potatoes yells at me from her room. "I HAVE AN OUTFIT FOR YOU!"
I groan as I walk up the stairs, "it better not be anything too slutty!" I walk into her room and she is holding up a shirt that says Ramones. "That looks a little short?"
"Yeah it's a crop top." She replies, turning around grabbing some other clothes. "You are wearing it with these jeans," she throws a pair of ripped up black jeans on her bed, "and this flannel around your waist." I stare blankly at the clothes. She can't expect me to wear these. "Now chop chop. Get dressed. I still need to do your makeup."
She leaves the room and I start getting undressed. I leave my under shirt on because the Ramones shirt is so short, and I wiggle into the skinny jeans. Finally I tie the flannel around my waist just like Kyla instructed. "I'm done!" I holler to Kyla.
She walks in with her makeup bag. "What the fuck are you doing Emily?"
I smooth out the creases in the shirt and look up at her. "What? Do I look really bad?"
"No. Why are you still wearing and undershirt?" She questions.
"Because if I didn't then everyone would be able to see my belly. Duh."
"No. That's not an acceptable answer. Take off the undershirt."
"But-"
"Emily." She interrupts. "Just please wear it like I told you. Just this once! Please!" She gave me her best puppy dog eyes and of course I couldn't resist. I roll my eyes and she squeals as I take off the undershirt. "Okay. Now for me to do your makeup! This is so exciting I've never done your makeup before! I don even think I've seen you with makeup on before."
"That's because I'm not allowed to remember!"
"Oh whatever!" She waves her hand, "nobody is going to find out anyways. You won't get in trouble. Now sit on the bed please."
I do as she asks and after 15 minutes of her complaining that I move to much and me complaining that it's taking to long, she finally finishes my makeup. She hand me the mirror and I am shocked. "I don't even recognize myself! Wow Kyla it looks so good!! Thank you so much!" It is a very subtle look but it makes me look so different!
"No problem Emmy. I would be happy to do your makeup whenever you want! Do you want me to do your hair too?"
"No, no. It's alright. You need to get ready, I'll just throw it in a bun."
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I know it's short again but I started a book of imagines and one shots tonight and it's also almost two am. Oops.
Anywho! The next chapter will be the party and there will be truth or dare ;)))) woo
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