I arrived at my new apartment. It was partly furnished, had one room, a kitchen, a 2 piece bathroom, and a dining/living room. To say it was decent would be a bit of an overstatement. But I didn't care, all I wanted to do was set up my stuff and go to bed, so I could dream of a life with great parents, and people that actually cared about me. My phone buzzed. I was a bit shocked. I was fairly anti-social and I only had 3 contacts on my phone. Mom, Dad, Laiya. I deleted Mom and Dad. 1 contact. Pitiful, I thought to myself. Girls my age usually had hundreds of contacts. But me, I had 1. I unlocked my phone and read the message.
I'm coming to visit you. I heard you got a new apartment? xx-Laiya
I rolled my eyes. Laiya was probably bringing her hot new boyfriend to rub in my face. She wouldn't rub anything in my face on purpose, but when you're friends with someone as insanely gorgeous as her, every one of her achievements feels like it's being added to the list of reasons why you're still single. I typed a quick reply.
When will you be here? xx -Rachael
I set my phone down, and literally five seconds later it was buzzing.
Already am. You planning on coming to your door or are you just going to let me sit here in the rain? xx -Laiya
Well, that's not creepy at all. How did she get my address? I rolled off my bed with a loud groan, and dragged myself to the front door to buzz her in. She took about 15 minutes to walk up the stairs with her thousand suitcases. She was never one to pack lightly. Her black hair was absolutely soaked, and her eyeliner was halfway down her cheeks. I couldn't help but laugh. I picked up her suitcases, because apparently she was planning on staying for a couple days, and placed them in the living room. I walked over to my stack of boxes and picked out a flower print comforter and a white pillow and chucked them on the couch. No way in hell was she sleeping in my bed with me tonight. She doesn't snore or anything, but she's quite tall, and she stretches herself out on the bed. Last time we shared a bed, I ended up pinned to the wall for half the night. Not exactly a great memory. I turned around and walked back into the entry, where she was currently wringing out her hair onto my carpet. Lovely.
"Hungry?" I asked, hoping this would distract her from her need to make my carpet soaked with her hair juice.
"Starving."
My plan worked. Ahaha.
As I let her raid my fridge, which had basically nothing except half a chocolate bar and two pieces of bread, I grabbed a couple pieces of paper towel and tried my best to mop up the crap on the floor that consisted of Laiya's mousse and rainwater. Fantastic.
"So, how long are you planning on staying?" I asked, turning around to throw out the glop of paper towel in my hand.
"Just overnight. I only brought one change of clothes!"
"What the hell is in your other suitcases?!"
"Oh, you know. Makeup."
She was the type of girl that owned tons of makeup, and brought it everywhere with her, and it was obvious that she didn't need it. She was one of those extremely infuriating girls that is beautiful without makeup, and absolutely stunning with makeup. I, however, look like a smeagol without makeup, and barely passable as a girl with makeup.
"You've got to be kidding me. Why do you even wear makeup?"
"YOU'VE got to be kidding me! You've seen me without makeup! I look horrible!"
I also forgot to mention that she was one of those girls that was perfect, but would never believe someone who said it, no matter who.
"I'm about to chop your face off. Stop saying shit like that. It makes me mad. You're absolutely stunning, and you know it." As I'm saying this, the song "What Makes You Beautiful" by One Direction pops into my head. They're my absolute favourite band. Niall is my favourite; I guess I have a thing for Irish guys with blonde hair.
"Hold on a second." I walked to my room and grabbed my iPod off my dresser, and jogged back to the kitchen. I plugged it into my docking station, after digging through about 20 boxes, and pressed play. Instantly, the beginning of What Makes You Beautiful filled my apartment. It wasn't long before Liam was singing the first chorus:
You're insecure, don't know what for.
You're turnin' heads when you walk through the do-o-or.
Don't need makeup to cover up.
Bein' the way that you are is eno-o-ugh.
I smiled as she sang along to her favourite, Harry, while he sang:
Everyone else in the room can see it, everyone else but you..
When the chorus came on, I belted out the words as loud as I could. It may sound cliche, but the song lyrics really did describe her - and probably almost every other girl in the world. After the song had ended, I looked her and said, "You know, Harry would be lucky to have you."
She smiled shyly and replied "Niall would adore you."
I scoffed. "No way. He would take one look at me and run away, crying, because I burned his eyes out with my hideousness."
"Ugh. You're lying. Do you know why you don't have that many friends?"
Aw, Lai. That makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Thanks, bud.. "Why?"
"Because. You're goddamn stunning and every girl in our school is afraid to be next to you for fear of looking like an ugly cow."
"Ok, now you're just spewing lies. I'm going to bed. Night."
As I walked down the hall to my room, I heard her wet hair slap her face. She was probably shaking her head. Or convulsing. Either way, I was going to bed.
