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❝-I'm the only person in the world that's willing to chase after someone who'll never give me a chance."
"You're right, i won't. I don't need a boy to make me happy, they're failures at that anyway.❞
She needed her best friend.
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- Two days, Dang. Two days until that party and I still haven't decided on whether I should or shouldn't go.
Lets see. I only have two options; option A: go and potentially get embarrassed or meet that boy everyone keeps telling me about. And B: stay home and do nothing but watch funny k-pop interviews.
My phone buzzes uncomfortably in my back pocket, I slide it out and it's Nadia calling. I was just thinking of calling for her opinion.
"Hi Nadi." I smile as my phone is by my ear. "I hope you're picking out an outfit for that party." She squeals. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about, Nadia. Um, so are you going?"
"I didn't get invited. But that's doesn't mean you can't go and have fun." She sounds disappointed, but still manages to be happy. "Nadi. I can't go without you." I huff into the phone.
"I'm coming over. Like right now. I'll be at yours in twenty." With that, she ends our call.
I dig through my closet to find a cute outfit until I come across a cute head piece. This was from when I won my first beauty pageant as a little kid. I put it on for the first time in years, feeling ridiculous.
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A half an hour passes, Nadia still hasn't came; typical her. I switch off the tv, picking up the many plates that I've managed to use in the time span of forty-five minutes.
Odd noises, clattering comes from somewhere upstairs and I jump as Nadia falls down the staircase, hitting the bottom with her body sprawled out.
"Oh-em-gee. Nadia!" I quickly set the plates down and rush to her, lifting her to the couch that's only a few feet away. "Nadia. Nadia!" I lighting slap her cheeks to get her to open her eyes.
Her eyes flutter open and she has the biggest grin on her face. "Did I die? Am I in heaven?" She feels my face, squishing my cheeks together, making a fish face on my face.
"Mary, go upstairs really quick. I have a surprise." First, how the heck did she get into my house? "Go." She rubs her forehead, groaning as she shakes in pain. "I'm not leaving you. You literally just fell down a flight of stairs, you probably broke something for all I know."
The clattering upstairs begins again, I shoot her a glare, now knowing she didn't come alone. I run like a track star up to my room, pushing through the door and into someone extremely-tall.
The guy with the hoodie, the guy from the bus.
"Woah. Careful." He sits on my bed, still with the same sweater covering him. I use my finger to motion him to get off my bed, he does and I squint since I couldn't really make out his facial features.
"If you're gonna be in my house, you're taking that thing off." My face scrunches as he removes his sweater.
"Better?" WOAH. He's attractive. I shockingly nod and he chuckles. "Well I like girls who wear red. Obviously if I had my eye on you, per say..."
I look down on my apparel which consists of a green oversized jersey and socks. "...you wouldn't like me." I finish his thought, smiling like a retard. He was being serious. Jesus Mary.
"I like this dress." He pulls a dark red dress from my closet, holding it up against me. "with your black hair falling down your back, and red stained lips..." he closes his eyes, fantasising further, "man, you'd be, so so beautiful."
"thank you." I take his compliment, as well as the dress from his hands. I stand in front of the mirror on my closet door, putting the dress against me, admiring it immensely. "I'm ugly, I'd just ruin the beauty of the dress."
"If you're ugly, I must be ugly as well. Right?"
"Of course not!" I object, he's stunning. It's almost hard to believe that someone as attractive as him is standing in my bedroom at this moment.
He stands behind in the mirror, smiling at me and setting a tiara on my head. "I hope you do go. I have a feeling that it'll be the perfect closure for this impossible year." His brown hair blows as he takes his sweater and exits through where, I'm guessing, he came in.
