Yasmin used to love living on an apple orchard with her family. She loved going out into the orchard in the mornings to pick the apples with her family, running around with her brother and their dog while her mom and dad would sneak kisses behind th...
Sage already has an outfit picked out for me when I get to her house. She knows that my legs are what I hate most about my body and yet, she hands me a dress that I can tell is too short for my comfort level. It maybe goes halfway down my chunky thighs.
I know that if I tell Sage that I don't want to wear it, she won't force me to wear it and she'll understand, but I think that it'd make her so happy if I were to wear this black and red floral dress. It's casual and flowy, not too tight, and it has long sleeves. She told me before how she just wants me to feel okay with my body and although I don't, I can wear this dress to make her think otherwise.
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With her breakup still fresh and stinging, I think that this might help her mood a bit. And besides, we're going to the bar that doesn't check IDs, so once we get there, I'm going to get too drunk to care about anything anyway. We're the same shoe size, so she also gives me a tan pair of wedge booties to wear with the dress. I just go along with it.
Amber starts doing my makeup before I put the dress on, so I'm not sure how terrible it'll look on me yet, but I'm nervous. I have on that concealer for my black eye but Amber wants to add some eyeshadow and winged eyeliner to the look.
"This is going to be so much fun," Sage exhales from her closet as she's probably trying to find her skimpiest dress—which is hard, because she has a lot of them. "We are going to look so hot, and we're going to get so laid."
"I'm not," Amber mutters from in front of me. "Dex is out of town for the night."
"And I'm not either, Sage," I tell her. I will wear the dress for her satisfaction, but I'm not going to have sex with somebody to make her feel better. I am a good friend, but I do have my limits.
"Alright, well I'm getting laid. I don't know by who, but it's happening. I need a rebound," Sage decides. When she comes out of her closet, she's wearing a skin tight mini dress that barely covers her butt and squeezes to her thin frame like it has been painted onto her body. The heels that she's wearing with it make her legs look a mile long and the smile on her face makes it clear that she is totally feeling her outfit.
"Wow," Amber says when she sees the dress. "You're not messing around."
"No, I am not," Sage agrees with her. "I'm ready to get drunk and crazy, and to forget all about Tyson. You know what? I don't think that I'm even going to say his name anymore. He's absolutely dead to me."
"That's a good attitude to have. Are you sure those shoes are the best choice? We're going to be out all night," I remind her, keeping my face still so that Amber doesn't mess up the eye shadow.
"I'll be fine," Sage confirms, looking into the full body mirror behind her closet door to see how she looks. "I look hot. This is going to be a great night. How'd the trial go today, Yaz?"
"It wasn't really the trial, just a hearing to go through the evidence that they have against Robby. It was nice to see him, but pretty boring. His lawyer seems to know what he's doing though, so that's good."
