Shattered |Maxxie Oliver|

Reveal Yourself

I was so proud of my friend. She was going to this 'Young Musician of the Year' event! Currently, Michelle and I sat on Jal's bed, watching her on the telly. She looked bored, and was kind of rude to the interviewer,

"So if you win, will we see you in the charts?" The man asked,

 "No."

"Right. And your family, they must be very proud of you."

"No." Jal repeated,

"Uh... are they musical too?"

"No."

"Um... Right. Um... Have you decided what you are going to wear on the big night?"

"No."

"OK, and, uh, who's the best-"

"You don't exactly put out, do you, girl?" Michelle asked, 

"What?"

 "Do you have to be so fucking sulky all the time?" I asked her, giving her a look,

"I'm not." Jal responded,

"So tell me about the clarinet. It's a kind of flute, isn't it?" The interviewer asked and Jal glared,

"No. It's a single reed woodwind instrument-"

"If I was on telly, I'd make an effort." Michelle stated, "Look at you."

"Will you take a lucky mascot on stage with you?" The man continued,

"No." Jal, once again, answered,

"Well, lots of luck with that-" I grabbed the remote and turned off the tell before Michelle grabbed Jal's 'green' dress.

"And this. I mean, fucking hell. Why?" Michelle asked the girl,

"I dunno. It fitted." Jal answered,

"How much?" I questioned, looking at the disgusting piece of clothing,

"14 quid."

"For fuck's sake. It's brown." Michelle stated,

"It's not!" Jal exclaimed, "It's green. I suit green."

I stood up and threw the dress in Jal's rubbish bin,

"I paid good money for that." Jal argued,

"You did not." I replied and Michelle went through Jal's closet before pulling out a short, revealing dress

"Jesus, 'Chelle. I can't wear that stuff." Jal protested,

"Shut up. You, girl, need to learn a few tricks." Michelle responded, checking herself out in the mirror with the dress held up,

"Like what?"

"Like looking good. It's what I do."

"It isn't all you do." Jal replied,

"Yeah, it is. You play clarinet and Annie and I look shaggable. It's talent, girl. Pure talent."

"Now, come on. Off." I laughed, pulling at Jal's jumper.

...

Tonight was a showcase for Jal's dad's record company, and she invited Michelle and I. We got her dolled up in the dress, showing off her boobs and legs, before getting ready ourselves.

I wore a strapless, light blue dress with silver heels. Straightening my brown hair, it fell just above my armpits. Michelle and I did each other's makeup, defining my eyes with eyeliner and gold eye shadow. The mascara that Michelle applied made my eye lashes fan out, while making them look longer.

Applying a layer of light pink lip gloss, the three of us went downstairs. Jal went to help out the boys trying to get inside, while Michelle and I ordered drinks.

We all sat around a table, and the boys stared at Jal's tits.

"For Christ's sake. Stop looking at them." She hissed at them,

"Sorry Jal. They're a bit... Well, they're out, aren't they?" Maxxie replied,

"You're gay, for Christ sakes." Jal responded,

" Yeah..." Maxxie cleared his throat and looked at me, "I mean, yeah, of course."

"And you're supposed to respect women's bodies, Muslim boy." Jal told Anwar,

"I'm respecting. Believe me, I'm respecting." Anwar replied, causing Jal to roll her eyes,

"Are those...? I mean, what's keeping it all up? Is that..." Chris reached towards Jal's breasts and she slapped his hand away,

"Don't touch."

"But I wanna touch. Honestly, I'll die if I don't touch." Chris replied,

"So who's buying us a drink?" Michelle asked, changing the subject.

" I will. It's on me."

"I'll get a pitcher."

"I'll buy you three a drink." The boys went on,

 "I'm going for a wee." Jal sighed before storming off,

"Nice work." Tony said to his girlfriend,

"And I look..." Michelle urged,

" Yeah, yeah. Cool. I'll catch you later, yeah?" Tony said to 'Chelle before getting up and leaving,

"I don't know where she's been hiding it." Chris commented and I rolled my eyes.

Boys will be boys. 

I left the table and made my way over to the bar and sat down, ordering a martini. 

"On the house." The attractive bartender winked and handed me my drink.

"Cheers." I smiled, raising my glass before taking a sip.

After my second drink, a hand grabbed mine and I looked over to see Maxxie,

"C'mon!"

I sighed, setting down my empty glass and writing my number on the napkin before following Maxxie to the dance floor.

He spun me around, dipped me, and lifted me off the ground. We danced for what seemed like hours, until the club closed.

...

The next night was Jal's big performance. Michelle and I sat in the worst seats, but that didn't matter. As long as we were there for Jal.

We found the perfect dress for her. It was a floor length black dress with a slit up the side and the back was exposed. It was beautiful.

Jal came out onto the stage and Michelle and I cheered loudly, making the posh adults look at us strangely. But we didn't care. 

We were supporting our friend.