Reconcile

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(Gif Above: Chloe Emerson) [Phoebe Tonkin]

I laid restlessly atop my comfortable mattress, eyes boring into my pale ceiling, thoughts drifting carelessly.

My sister's yells echoed continuously about my two story house, her loud voice somehow withholding the capability to radiate off my bedroom walls. Where, in reality, she was placed directly downstairs. Her and my father currently in an argument about how to properly cook a grilled cheese.

The fourteen year old, in whom was thankfully not anywhere near me, was one of the brattiest children in which I had ever encountered. Being spoiled beyond belief, as well as my youngest and only sibling. The two of us really never getting along that well. For, her hobbies included being physically glued to her cellphone, using awfully annoying slang words, and all around torturing my life.

But, her yelling soon diffused. A loud groan of frustration circulating about the house as the teenager angrily trudged up the staircase. Her high heels clanking with lividness. The usual sound of her bedroom door slamming shut, as a peaceful silence finally overcame my dim room.

Chloe was suppose to come home with me after school today, but had canceled last minute due to wanting to hang out with Reid instead. The two of us having planned a night consisting of movies and junk food, in which I was desperately looking forward to. But, as per usual, it wasn't happening.

To soften the blow, she insisted that she come to my house a few hours early tomorrow so we could presume our plans, before the party. In which I was surly going to embarrass myself at and awkwardly stand in the corner all by myself.

Chloe may say she's going to stick by my side no matter what. But, from former experiences, I can assure you that is inaccurate information. For, ditching me seems as if it is her absolute favorite hobby.

I know, I know. I realize how harsh I am sounding at the moment. Because, Chloe genuinely is a decent friend. She stands up for me numerous times and isn't afraid to get her hands dirty for the ones she cares about. She truly is just what I need to get through the terribly hard separation from my former friends. Besides, absolutely nobody is perfect.

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"Absolutely not." I huffed in annoyance, crossing my arms at the sight of the hot pink crop top draped across my bedspread.

"Oh, C'mon." Whined the dark headed girl, jabbing her finger outwards, "It's adorable."

"Yeah, on a dog. It looks as if it's made for your Maltese, Chloe."

"Okay, I'm not declining the fact that it would look exceptionally fantastic on my dog, but that doesn't mean it won't work for you too?" As her eyes studied my disapproving features, she continued to open her mouth, "Oh please, give it a go."

"You know, I actually think I have something a little similar to that. . .piece of cloth, that I may be willing to wear."

Chloe cocked her eyebrow in surprise, suspicion swimming ramped about her iris', "You do?"

I nodded erratically, soaring towards my closet and harshly yanking out a pair of light blue ripped jeans, as well as a black sweatshirt. In which was once incredibly oversized, yet I had managed to crop it a bit myself. The top now arising towards my lower hip. And, with a gigantic smile, I swung the clothing around tauntingly, twirling around goofily in the process.

"You've got to be kidding me."

I shrugged, scurrying over towards my bathroom, locking the door as Chloe's protests were dulled slightly. Hence the slightly in that sentence.

"You are not wearing those clothes, Cat! I have a stunning bright yellow sequined skirt that I was dying to see you in!" She paused momentarily, all while I tugged my current shirt over my head, "Even though it may or may not have been just for my pure enjoyment, it would still look great!"

I chuckled lightly, tossing my hair up into a rather decent looking messy bun. A few stray strands framing my circular face, my fingers clasping around a short black choker, in which lined up with my collar bone.

As for the previous yelling outside, it had deceased. The faint rustling of clothes radiating gently off my bathroom walls. Indicating that Chloe was now in fact changing. Most likely giving up on attempting to convince me to wear practically doll clothes. Which was definitely only for her utmost entertainment.

As I waited for the cue for Chloe to be finished undressing, I proceeded to my eye make up. Carefully lining my lid with eyeliner, cursing timidly as I struggled not to screw up. In which was a daily occurrence.

I could honestly care less at the fact of you preferred make up or not. For, everyone has their own style and opinion, and I was not one to judge at how much make up you decide to taint your face with. If you enjoy bright red lipstick and bold eyeshadow, much like Amber, then go you. Show the creativity you were equipped with, let everyone know how talented you are! And, if natural is your forte, awesome! Show your beauty, whether you embrace it with make up, or decide to let your stunning natural features glow.

As I heard the movement stop, and the faint patter of feet dance on my floor, I exited the bathroom. Chloe currently inserting dangling orbs into her earlobe. Attired in the crop top she had shown me earlier, as well as a pair of high waisted jeans. Making her stomach now only slightly visible. The look now not being compared to a swim suit.

"Ah, well you don't look as bad as I thought. You manage to pull that off quite nicely, Cat."

I smirked, ignoring the first half off her sentence and extending my petite finger outward, "You don't look half bad yourself. Nice jeans, are they American Apparel?"

She hummed, nodding her head with approval as she grasped a pair of strange looking high heeled boots from her bag. The shoes only coming to her ankle, yet they were quite large in size. As to how she managed to fit them in her small bag was beyond my comprehension. But, I proceeded to roll with it.

"These baby's came from H&M." She stated, slipping the boots—heels—whatever they were onto her feet.

I glanced down at my purple socks, which were decorated with happy bright green frogs. My eyes lazily scanning the room as I quickly spotted a pair of slightly worn adidas. My body hastily wallowing towards them, the shoes soon being slapped onto my feet.

"Well." Chloe's teeth clambered onto her lower lip, clasping her palms together, "Shall we go?"

I sighed heavily, rethinking my entire existence as I struggled to murmur a coherent sentence, "I guess."

"And I'm taking that as a heck yeah!"

And with that, she swung her peach coloured bag over her shoulder. Clutching her car keys in one hand, phone in the other, and hooked my arm with hers. Her loud shouts echoing about my empty house, me thanking God that my parents and sister were not present tonight. For, my sister, Hannah, was spending the night at her friends house, and my parents both declared a night out. The two of them doing who knows what around the simple city of WoodFord.

But, hey, if both my parents and Hannah get to have fun tonight, then why can't I? Tonight, I want to at least have somewhat of a good time. For once not huddled up in a cocoon of blankets watching Teen Wolf and Dance Mom's reruns.

For once, I was going to have fun.
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