Broken

Chapter 4

"I don't know Lauren. I don't really fit it with them. I have no idea what I would wear..."

Lauren was begging me to come to the party at Niall's down the street. I wanted to go, but I was just nervous. I don't fit in with them at all. She huffed over the phone.

"Kaitlin, they won't care. Besides, Niall invited you, you have to show up." She replied.

I sighed. "Fine. But I'm not staying late."

"No promises." She replied.

"Lauren!" I complained.

This girl is going to drive me crazy. She laughed on the other end of the phone, I knew she was joking.

"So my house after?" She asked.

I mumbled an "mhm" as I shifted through my closet for something to wear.

"Okay swe- hey, Niall texted me."

"What did he say?" I asked.

"Hang on." She said, pulling up the message.

I could wear a dress, it was a party right. Or a fancy shirt. I don't really have any fancy shirts though. I guess ill do a dress. I pulled out a baby blue lace dress. This could work, it's not too fancy but it looked good enough for a party.

"He said its going to be at Harry's instead, it'll be a bonfire because his parents aren't home so we can dr- stay up later." She tumbled over her words.

"Lauren Elizabeth!" I exclaim.

She drinks.

I always thought I would drink before her, being a year older,but apparently not.

"I'm sorry!" She said, but she was making no effort to stop her laughs.

I groaned.

"Anyways, just wear a sweatshirt or some shit. It gets cold." She said.

Dang it. I wanted to wear my dress.

"Great. Now I have to find a sweatshirt." I complained into the phone.

She chuckled. "I thought you 'couldn't find a dress' and 'all I have are comfy clothes'" she mocked.

I rolled my eyes. "Shut up."

She laughed at herself.

"You have that Mickey one from when we took you to Disney last year right?" She asked.

"Minnie, yeah." I corrected.

"Wear that. And jeans or whatever." She said.

That wasn't a bad idea. I did really like that sweatshirt. I wasn't really in the mood for jeans though.

"Do leggings work?" I ask.

"Yeah." She said.

I pulled the sweatshirt off the hanger and examined it. It looked clean, but who knows what's clean and dirty after the move. I grabbed my leggings which I had thrown on the floor earlier this week.

"I'll be over in a few." I said, hoping this conversation was over so I could get ready.

"Sweet, bye." She replied.

I hung up, my bad habit of not saying bye obviously didn't go away. I worked really hard on it too. I dismissed it and threw my phone on my bed, changing into my clothes. I moved into the bathroom looking at my hair. I ran a brush through it, but it got frizzy because I didn't straighten it. Damn it, I didn't have time to straighten it now either. I threw it in a bun on my head and checked my makeup. I touched up my mascara and eyeliner. Good enough. I grabbed my phone from my room and went downstairs. Maci glanced up At me from the couch as I came down.