Blending maybe?

Who are you?

(A/n: not edited, like always.)

Ava's pov.

"Come onnnnn! Don't be a party pooper. It's going to be fun I promise." Rachael says pleading me, in an attempt to get my lazy ass to the party.

"Rach, I'm gonna be just fine here with my pizza. Besides I despise parties." I whine, flipping over my jaded body over the bed.

"You sure about 'despising' parties? Because I once remember you getting all hyped at Shelton's party, where you almost sl-"

"Ok stop it. That was like one time. Besides I wasn't even in my senses." I defend myself, cutting her off.

"Avaaaaaaaaa hun, pretty please? For me atleast?"

How could I neglect this cute puppy face.

I sigh. "Okay fine."

"Yesssss! Thankyouthankyouthankyou." She says hugging me. "Let me get a hot, sexy outfit out for ya." She says, speaking in a weird accent.

I roll my eyes at her childish behaviour. I shut my laptop, sighing internally thinking of the book I was reading currently on wattpad. It was a really cool FanFiction called The bad blind date.

"Hey Rachael, Do you think I could like probably write a book? On wattpad? Maybe? Or maybe not 'cause I suck ass at it." I ask the opinion of my beloved friend.

"That's for sure. You know there's a book called 'Blending Maybe?', and I feel that if at all you end up writing the book will be just as bad as that." She says holding multiple dresses in her hand.

"Yeahhhhh, thanks."

"Omgomg!" Rachael says jumping over the heap of clothes on the floor, strolling towards me."You totally are wearing this dress."

"I just want to get over with this." I mumble, moving my lazy ass away from the bed to the dresser.

Sigh.

I was currently staring at my own reflection through the mirror. Damn the break up did affect me.

So, I broke up with Blake a week ago or so and damn pineapples, I didn't take it too well. I had put on a tad bit of pounds from the mass eating, lack of exercise and all I did was mope around like a slug.

I put on the dress, thinking that I probably wouldn't fit into it because of the pounds I had gained.

But wait, I didn't struggle even a bit. No more worrying about the pounds I had gained.

The dress fit me just perfectly, hugging my body curves. I get out of the washroom only to hear Rachael squealing, "Omg you look so sexy." She says in a Spanish accent, winking at the end. "Come, let's get your make up and hair done." She adds, patting at the chair facing my make up table which wasn't touched for a long time.