Friends To Die For (CURRENTLY BEING REWORKED)

nr. 1 - beginn

July 1st, 2013: It was a saturday. That day the most anticipated party of the year went down. 

Nellie Matthews and her friends were your regular diversed group of teenagers. You know, the shy one, the open one, the two big-mouthed ones, the adventerous one, the feisty one, the slutty one and lastly the leader that doesn't really want to be the leader.

"Come one, Naomi. How long can it take to put on some lipgloss." Olivia Martinez, Noami's best friend since childhood days, yelled to Naomi's upstairs room. 

They'd been at Naomi's for several hours, simply because Naomi didn't seem to be capable of picking out the right outfit. First world problems.

"Just a second!" Naomi yelled back down, annoyed as hell. She didn't understand why her friends didn't appreciate all the time she put into her good looks. Because in the end, that's the only thing getting them into all the party's and what-not.

She rolled her eyes. She was by now applying the probably 20th lipstick in her collection, she just didn't seem to find the right one.

"Come on! The others are waiting for us!" Olivia yelled, looking down at her wrist watch. They were supposed to pick up Nellie, Ryder and Mable ten minutes ago. They'd be so mad once they finally arrived.

"Naomi!" Olivia yelled, this time even louder. Naomi's fashion sense got annoying fast.

"Okay! Okay! I'm coming!" the girl yelled rushing down the stairs. She was wearing a black crop-top and a matching black leather skirt with high-heels and had lastly decided to choose a dark red lipstick.

Olivia sighed. "Hurry up! The others are gonna be so mad!" Olivia said, rushing out the door. "Why do you always have to take so long to get ready?" Olivia asked annoyed while trying to fish her car keys out of her purse.

"I need to score with the hot dudes tonight. I just want to hook up with someone." Naomi said casually, as if getting a new boy-toy every weekend was the norm for 18 year old girls, while climbing into the passenger seat of Olivia's crappy old car.

Olivia stopped in her tracks, mouth wide open. "Seriously?" she asked as she finally pulled the car keys out of her damn purse. 

She climbed into the driver's seat and started the engine. She drove off, her tires squeaking on the asphalt.

"Everytime! Every. Damn. Time." Ryder Jones said as he paced up and down the sidewalk in front of his house. He looked down on his wrist watch, pissed that Olivia and Naomi were late yet again. 

"Calm down, Ryder. We're still in time for the party." Nellie said as she and her best friend Mabel Lawson sat on the lawn in front of Ryder's house. The three of them were lucky that they lived literally next to each other. 

Olivia lived in the bad region of Sherwood Lake and Naomi lived in the most suburby neighbourhood there is.

Ryder was about to say something when Olivia's old Volvo came screeching around the corner. Ryder sighed annoyed. "Finally." he muttered.

Nellie and Mabel got up from the lawn. Olivia's car came to a stop right in front of them. She rolled down her window.

"Sorry!" she yelled out the window as the three teens got in the back of the car. "Naomi needed hours to prepare again." she added. Naomi glanced at her, annoyed.

"Of course she did. Does she ever do anything other than her make-up?" Ryder asked sarcastically.

"Fuck you, Ryder!" Naomi yelled angrily. "Kiss my ass, Naomi!" Ryder yelled back. "Not even for a hundred dollars, asshole!" she yelled.