Chapter Twenty-Nine - Dressing up

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I head home, grab my things and then it doesn't take long for FeeFee to pick me up and we drive over to her house.

It's not a massive house, painted a pale blue, with one large window on the front top floor and one, three pieced window on the bottom floor, next to the door. That was my favourite part. There were flowers dotted all around the door, a lantern styled light centred at the top, and fresh white stairs leading up to it.

I don't have long to admire though, FeeFee was practically giddy, dragging me out the care and dashing up the steps and into the house. I catch glimpses of paintings scattered over the walls, and I hear TV noises coming from one of the doors. We go down a hallway and then up some stairs and then reach her room.

There's a dark skinned beauty sat on the table, texting away on her phone. She's slim and has lush dark curly hair, cascading around her. I guess this must be Aisha. She gives me a slightly shy wave and a quiet smile.

"Hi." Her voice has a slight accent, high yet kind.

"Hey." I say back, returning her smile.

"Aisha, May. May, Aisha. Okay, now everyone's friends lets get started!" FeeFee sings.

She yanks me forward, and I'm sat down onto a stool, my back to the little vanity mirror. I feel like a doll as FeeFee dances around, messing with my hair and pasting make-up onto my face.

"So I heard, Callum Connor is going to be at this party." FeeFee gushes. "That boy is Hot with a capital 'Hoh my gawd!' For real, May, just wait till you see him! Tell her Aisha."

"He's pretty hot." Aisha says, rolling her eyes, half a smirk on her face as she catches my eye. She apparently doesn't care all that much about this guy FeeFee seems to be slightly obsessed with. A breathy fast laugh slips out of my mouth before I can stop it, and FeeFee narrows her eyes, swinging her head back and forth between us.

"Whatever! Don't gang up on me. You just wait till you see him!" She wines, jokily, fluffing my hair a little more vigorously than necessary.

When we are all ready we stand side by side, looking in the mirror. FeeFee has a dark burgundy loose silk blouse, tucked into tight black leather pants. Her hair is half up and the rest is clipped back, bunched at the back. Her make-up was on point, slightly more than her usual school look, lips matching her top.

Aisha has a crop top and a woollen deep blue long skirt, ending half way down, under her knees. She had a jean sleeveless jacket to finish it off. Her make-up was more subtle, but had no less impactful, her skin naturally smooth and youthful.

I admired how they both looked and turned to my reflection, and observed my own outfit. I had borrowed a black dress from FeeFee, which was tight at the top and flared out slightly at the hips. The front was low but not too low, and the back was made out of lace so you could see my skin through it. I had smoky eyes and rouge matted lips. I had to admit FeeFee had done well; I looked pretty good. We all did.

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HEY GUYS IM NOT FEELING TOO GREAT TODAY SO CHAPTERS A BIT MESSY.
WILL FIX IT LATER.

SOON LETS GET OUR PARTY ON!!!

ANY GUESSES ON WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT?!?!?!

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