Colors → Girlsos

❁ chapter one ❁

this chapter takes place at a party like this ^

lucille

"really you're going to be a pussy? again?" i rolled my eyes at callie. "callie i'm not being a-" i huffed. "that vulgar word you insist on using."  now callie rolled her eyes at me. "i don't get why you hate the word when you love the actual thing." i scoffed a pushed her shoulder. "you're such a loser." wow callie that really hurts. "i'm not a loser. i just prefer staying home and reading on saturday nights instead of getting drunk off my ass." 

she stood up and moved so she was in front of me. "just come with me. pleeeeeeeease." she pulled me up so i was standing with her. she wrapped her arms around my neck. "we can netflix and chill afterwards." i threw my head backwards and groaned, but i wrapped my arms around her waist anyways. she took this as a yes to her offer. "i promise i'll make it worth your while." i laughed at my bestfriend. "fine, but you better not get smashed. you never return the favor when you're wasted." she held her ring finger out "i ring finger promise" ring finger promises is this thing we've done since we were little. we promised each other that we'd get married one day. i think callie forgot the origin of our ring finger promise, but she still does it anyways. 

sadly callie is straight, but she likes to mess around as friends. "c'mon lucy, let's go get dressed." she grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to my room. she opened my closet and searched for something to wear. i scanned through my clothes until she found something that she liked for herself. "you know alex said this party is going to be filled with hot college guys?" i rolled my eyes at my bestfriend and her heart eyes for hot guys. "i'm not interested." i scrunched up my nose, she knows i don't want to date. she doesn't know why, but that's for later. 

she picked out my pair of black frayed shorts, with my lacy tights and my adidas crop top. she started to strip to change and i felt my cheeks get hot. i turned away from her to keep from staring and getting caught. "here wear this!" she handed me a dress that she made me buy last year around prom time. "i am not wearing this abomination." i looked at the lacy black dress in disgust. i told her i would never wear it because you could practically see my butt, she insisted i get it anyways. "luuuuuuucy why not?!" she whined "you really shouldn't whine princess, it doesn't suit you." i picked up a pair of overwashed ripped blue jeans from my floor and shimmied them on over my plain underwear. "you're wearing jeaaaaaans?" she whined again. "and you're whiiiiiining, what's new baby girl?" i mimicked her. she pouted at me and i had to hold all that i had in me to not kiss her right then and there. i picked up a ripped 'the who' shirt from my bed, (callie is the one that ripped it) and replaced my previous shirt with it. ▲▲▲▲

"c'mon luce, we need to get going." i looked up from my bed to see her slipping on my combat boots. "hey! what am i going to wear you boobpunch!?" she looked at me with her bottom lip stuck out. "pleeeeeease can i borrow them?" i rolled my eyes and groaned loudly. "fine, but only if you quit whining." she ran up to me and kissed my cheek. "thaaaaaaank you!" she grabbed my hand and pulled me up. i dragged me out of my room and through my house. i grabbed my jacket on the way out, i checked the pocket to make sure my pack of marlboros were in there. they were. this is going to be a long ass night.