Kylie's POV
I awoke to the sun streaming through the curtains. For once I beat my alarm.
Grabbing my phone off my bedside table and sent Rachel a her daily good morning text.
Kylie : bitch get yo ass up we are meeting 5 hot guys today get pUMPED HOE
She uses my texts as her alarm, simply turning her ringer all the way up before falling asleep. And yes, I was extremely rude in those texts. And to her in person. Honestly we were not nice to each other. But we insult out of love.
My phone buzzed, signally a reply.
Rachel : fuck I forgot omfg 😍 I'm gonna be in ur room after I shower!!!!!!!! ps - ur a slut
Kylie : oh sure, I'm the slut 🤦🏼♀️ hurry ur fat ass up
After putting my phone down I realized I should probably shower as well, unless I wanted to look like a grease monster when the band arrives. (Probably a slight over exaggeration, something I do a lot).
Showers always leave me feeling refreshed, which is typical for a shower to do.
Exiting the bathroom that was attached to my bedroom, I screeched when I found Rachel sitting on my bed.
"Fuck dude! Warn me next time!"
I scolded her.
"What are you gonna wear?"
She asked, completely ignoring my request.
"I don't know yet."
"You should wear your white crop top and your black ripped jeans."
She listed off casually.
"How do you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Come up with an outfit off the top of your head."
I explained.
"It's a talent."
She winked, making me scoff.
"Go change so I can do your makeup."
She demanded.
I put on the clothes Rachel had told me to, and no surprise they went together perfectly.
"I like the black bralette. Gives the outfit an extra touch of sexy."
She commented as I left the closet.
I finally took notice of what my best friend was wearing. An adorable combination of a grey skin tight tank top and camo skinny jeans.
"Makeup time!"
She cheered, and I groaned.
I love the way I look when Rachel does my makeup, but I can't stand the process. I can't blink for what seems like hours, and have to keep still. For me, it's a nightmare.
"Shut up and sit in the damn chair."
"Yes, my queen."
