My Perfect Story

Ch. 4- My perfect Erin

I loved Erin. I don't know how we found each other. But were lucky because we understand each other so much without even needing to speak. But I did envy her too. She wasn't really wealthy she has a little less than ok house but two parents who loved her unconditionally and whenever I came over they would treat me like their daughter. I cried harder knowing I will always have a broken family. But with a nice ass apartment. Isn't that ironic? I'm wealthy but broken and she's not but together. I hear footsteps coming up the house. I snap out of my thoughts.
"Jesus Christ how long have you been here?!"
"I dunno 5 minutes."
"My God you were lost in your head again right?"
"Yea sorry"
"Lets get you back to reality"
With that we both kind of chuckled. She dumped her bag out. It was a Gucci bag.
"Dammm someone ballinnn" pointing at her bag and poking her. We both laughed. I jumped on top of her and we started a tickle match. Which really wasn't fair because I was winning badly.
"Can't
Breath
Your
Tickling
Me
Too
MUCH"
She sounded so out of breath I finally jumped of and she shoved me.
"It was a gift from my dad if your so curious. She paused. I don't know how we always laugh and get happy so quick in times like this. "
"Yea, true that."
"Alrighty So let's get you cleaned up. You look like shit."
We wiped off my dry tears. Cleaned my boogers coming out of my nose. I cleaned the mascara running down my face. And the eyeliner with that.
" nice outfit by the way but dude it's cold dress warmer."
"Oh my Jesus calm down it's fall and this is fine. I look in the mirror. I have a long sleeve white shirt paired with gauges and a choker. I looked at my bottom. Floral skirt with black converse.
" I'm on fleek I don't see anything wrong. Your outfit Gucci too."
I looked at her. Her hazel locks then fell past her shoulder. Her type of hair fit perfectly her black fuck off beanie considering she is the sweetest person I've ever  met. Her maroon sweater with jeans and combat boots. Plain but stylish. She looked down and looked at me and said
" Oh this old thing I just threw this on"
we both laughed knowing she litterly destroys her closet looking for the perfect outfit. But I was worse. Whenever I'm too lazy to get changed and erin is  with me I just ask her to be my stylist. She drags me to my closet and we both try on looks until its perfect. Don't think that we try on one outfit and find the perfect one. No we tear apart and when I say tear apart I mean throwing litterly everything off the closet and on the floor to line it up.
"ANNA WAKE UP"
I blinked hard. Erin is shaking me by the shoulders with an annoyed look on her face. Stop looking at me like that.
" like what?"
"Like right now she yelled half laughing with her response. Like you were staring at me just zoned out, you really have to work on that."
"Thanks for coming. I said. Let's get out of my haunted mansion."
" anytime girl. She responded. It's my duty, your saying like it was a favor." We both laugh and we exit the house and back into reality. Time felt still back in there. Out here is ugh.

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