The Bad Boy Next Door

Chapter 41 - Mia being Mia

"Just come over to Miles house okay?" I said to Tiff down the phone. She hasn't stopped talking since I said I am staying at Miles house. She wants to know the reason why and we all know I can't tell her so it looks like I am going to have to come up with some lame excuse. 

"Hold up. So we aren't meeting at your house, we are meeting at Miles house?" She repeated. I could sense her confusion. 

"Yes Tiff." I sighed sitting on the guest room bed in only my bra and bed shorts.

"But... why?" She said huffing down the speaker.

"My parents have gone away." I lied shaking my head at my lame excuse but at the same time, good cover up Georgia.

"What! You could have stayed at your house and had a million house parties." She yelled in anger.

"Maybe next time Tiff. Pop around at 7:00 okay?" 

"Can we have drinks before hand?" 

"Yea, why not." I said shaking my head at Tiff's alcohol obsession. It's fine though because Tiff is a good person to get drunk with. You are one hundred percent guaranteed to have a good time with her. Even though you end up not remembering anything at all. 

"I'll be over with my vodka supply. Bye." She ended the call. 

I got off the bed and walked over to the bathroom where I found my make-up bag sitting at edge of the sink. I ferreted through the contents to lay out everything I needed. Better start with make-up first then do hair. 

As I was getting all of the ingredients out for my facial reconstruction I realised that I was missing a vital ingredient. 

Mascara.

When I was leaving my house last week, I loosely packed everything into my bags not really thinking. How could I forget my mascara. 

Never mind that. 

How the hell have I been living for a week without mascara? I didn't even notice my flat lashes. I texted Tiff asking for her to bring her mascara with her. Luckily she texted back immediately with a simple yes.

I started to apply the make-up to my face. It took my roughly thirty minutes which is a new record so for that, I patted myself on the back.

At five to seven there was a knock on my door. Before I got to it, the door opened and in came Tiff. She ran up to me and embraced me in a hug. Also stood at the door was Miles. He looks like he has been asleep. Tiff probably woke him up when she rang the door bell. That's if she did ring the door bell. She does have the tendency to just walk into people's homes. 

Miles scoffed then gave me a brief smile. He walked away shutting my bedroom door behind him. He looks adorable when he is all sleepy and when his hair is all bed heady. 

Seriously Georgia?

I stood back from Tiff to admire her outfit. She looks so good in her ripped Mom jeans and crop top. Why are my friends so much more fashionable and prettier than me?

"Your face and hair looks great but I am afraid you are going to have to wear something else on your bottom half." Tiff said looking me up and down. I was stood in my t-shirt and pyjama shorts. I laughed at myself.

"I need assistance. What the fuck do I wear?" I said throwing my arms in the air and walking over to my wardrobe.

"It's alright let's not panic." She said. Her whole facial expression changed when she reached the wardrobe. "Wow, you really have moved in. How long are you staying here for?"