behind the scenes [completed]

Chapter 6

Please Excuse Any Mistakes

"We have to go to the party Lacey!" Macy said to me as I laid half off her bed, on my phone, "I heard it's supposed to be the biggest one of the year!" She continued as she picked through her closet.

Let me explain,

Macy rushed over to me at lunch telling me that the four of us, Macy, Jerry, Carter and I,  were going to the "biggest" party of the year.

My answer?

No

Nope

Definitely no.

But of course, Carter and Jerry agreed easily, stupid social butterflies...

I didn't agree to the idea but of course, she has another plan. Annoy me until I crack.

And I'm like, 2 inches away from cracking.

The constant whining and complaining about the party has been going. On. Since. Lunch. Someone. Send. Help.

Shit.

"Fine!" I yelled in exasperation.

My arms hung limply by my head as my upper half laid off the bed, towards the ground.
Macy paused and then started jumping up and down squealing.
Wasn't she a loner in freshman year?

Uh, ya.

Oh god, I'm having conversations with myself, Macy has driven me off the edge hasn't she?

Nah, you're just crazy.

Ya I'm going crazy.

Macy continued her jumping around and then came over to me.

"I had a feeling you would crack, so I already picked clothes out for you" she said smiling.

I groaned in annoyance and rolled off the bed.

I was sprawled out on the ground, looking up at Macy.

She continued smiling and then left my view, coming back shortly. But, she threw something on my face.

Clothes.

I sat up and leaned against the bed.

I removed the clothes from my face and took a look at them.

A tight maroon long sleeved thermal looking shirt, a high waisted black skirt with a pair of black swayed wedges.

Who knew she would have good taste?

Macy had a smug smirk plastered on her face when I looked up. I rolled my eyes and sat up, walking to the bathroom.

After changing into the new clothes, I took a look in her full body mirror that laid against a wall near her bed.

The outfit looked really good actually.
It hugged all the right places, didn't make me look too skinny or like a chubster that spends nights eating pizza and watching Netflix— like I do that right?— and the skirt didn't make me look like a slut, but it was modest and went a little past mid thigh.

Macy came behind me, "See? My choice in outfits do not disappoint" she said, placing her hands on her hips.

I turned to look at her. She was wearing leggings that were ripped in some places with a pair of dark denim shorts, along with a dark grey crop top.

She doesn't dress like a slut, but she is definitely confident with her body.
In her eyes, she doesn't have insecurities, and if she does, she blocks them out and looks at her body as perfect, even if people point out imperfections.