L-O-V-E

Gotta Start Livin'

Chapter 3

Emilia's POV

Ugh. I have so much work to do. Homework. Cheer. More Homework. What life do I actually have?

My phone playing Ariana Grande's song "Problem" interrupted my workout.

"Hello?"

"Heyyyy girl. It's Lacey. In case you didn't notice."

"How could I miss the peppy overexcited Lacey voice?"

"Well. There's a party tonight. Actually it is the beginning of the year party. Luke Harris is having it. It starts at 7. So come on girl, let's kick of the year."

I hesitantly sighed. "I hate parties, you know that. And plus, I have to practice and study and then study again. I won't be ready in 2 hours."

"But Em, please. Let loose for once. I'm coming to help you get ready. And there's nothing you can do about it!" She hung up before I could reply.

Buzz. Buzz.

Dalton: 'Hey, you coming to that Luke kid's party?(;'

'Well I have no choice. My best friend will physically drag me out of my house if she has to.'

Dalton: 'Lol. Cute'

He called me cute. Is that good or bad? What am I supposed to respond I that? Maybe he was joking. Yeah, that's what I'm going with. He was joking.

Knock Knock

I sighed. I'm so exhausted. "What you got planned for me Lacey?" I asked so enthusiastically.

"Let's go with that blue and white romper with a belt around the waist. And those elastic banded wedges. It would look super cute and 'sophisticated'. And I could do your makeup and curl your hair into beach waves that would still be right above your waist," She said excitedly.

"Sure. Whatever. Do I get to pick out yours?"

She looked taken aback. "No hun. That is already covered. Can't you see I'm the fashionista?"

"Huh? I don't think I quite heard that right?" I playfully locked my ears.

*1 hour later*

It's party time. Goodbye.