Already Famous (On Hold)

Chapter 4

***Just a little note. This chapter will start off with Valerie's POV, since, well, I'm bored. 

So, my 4Evers, enjoy!!!

Valerie Newberry

"You're not choosing my outfit" retaliated Cara as she glared at me. Cara dressed too much like a nun. She didn't like showing off even just a little five percent of her skin. She likely always covers herself even in a hot and sunny day.

At least Flare doesn't dress like her. The least Flare has gotten away with was a pair of skinny jeans with a white long sleeve blouse on top of a half-jacket. I hate to admit it but Flare looked way better than me and she's older than me by two years! And plus, she's getting married. She sure deserves what got to her.

Speaking of Flare, the only time Cara dresses properly is either for a show or for The Awards. Most of her casual clothes consisted of knee-length shorts and it drives me crazy. 

"And those are the reasons why I would not let you choose my outfit" she said as I quickly regained my composure. Yeah, I'm just gonna say it, Cara can be a bit of an idiot. I mean, she listed off her reasons and I didn't even listen to her. She should have at least noticed that.

"Does it matter? People judge you, Cara" I said, trying to persuade her. I actually want to look into Cara's wardrobe. I knew she only brought a few outfits along since she only agreed to stay in New York for three weeks.

"Why should they judge me? I'm not a book" she said, seriously, I might add. Her eyes were staring at the beige ceiling and greenish-bluish eyes were lost in thought.

I chortled a bit at her response though. She just took 'Don't Judge a Book by it's Cover' to a whole new level. I quickly regained my poise as I stood erect in front of her.

I almost felt a bit little when I'm around her. She was an inch taller than me and she made me feel weak. Not because she was taller than me, no, not that. But because she was better than me. Have you seen the girl act? Sometimes I couldn't even tell if she's lying or not. That's right! That's how good she is.

"I'm still choosing your outfit, not buts" I quickly said pointing at her. She seemed to have enough and strutted off to the modern wall mirror and took a brush. She began to brush her hair in straight motion as she pointed to me where her bags are at.

I zipped open her bag as I grimaced at what I saw. Before my eyes was a leopard dress, a striped polo-blouse, an attractive and puffy dress. What on earth does this girl wear? Does she even know what fashion is?

"That's not the bag" she pointed out with a very weird expression. I looked at over her to flip her off but I found her having a hard time untangling her hair, so I decided to brush it off instead.

I opened the bag next to it and to my relief the outfits inside were plain but fashionable. A white fitted blouse, a loose tee, jean shorts. I have to say, they might be plain but they are still fashionable.

"Are you just gonna stare at my clothes or pick me an outfit to wear?" she said, shaking me up a bit from her sudden question.

"Calm down, Cara, it's not my fault you have terrible taste in fashion" I scoffed since I knew it was almost seventy-five percent true. Just like the childish person that she is, she stuck her tongue out to me before brushing her hair again.

Scanning further into her clothes, I took out a blue knotted shirt, a pair of denim washed-out shorts. I looked for a pair of shoes that will match this since Cara usually goes with converse and vans than high heels. One thing caught my eye though. Thus-Therefore, I completed the outfit with a pair of matching baby blue open toe heels.