It all started with a Ferris wheel (on hold)

Chapter 8- The Party

The week went by quickly, it reached Saturday in what felt like only a couple of hours. Saturday. You know what that means. I'm forced to dress up, which to be honest I don't really mind; something different every now and then is good. I really don't feel like drinking though, I'm mostly afraid that I'm going to do something that I will regret. Also, I will be a third wheel most likely. Cory obviously likes her, we all know that Mackenzie likes Cory- it's no secret.

Mackenzie texted me before, telling me that she is going to drop by my house and help me get ready. I honestly don't know why she needs to help, I'm perfectly capable of doing it myself. But the thing that I love about Mackenzie is that she never forces me into anything I don't want to do- mostly clothing types because I did get forced to attend this party.

I'm playing Mario kart with Diego when she arrives, she is mostly surprised that we aren't fighting for once. We don't fight THAT much when it is just the two of us but he likes to show off in front of his friends and have a fake façade. I hand over the remote to Patrick before Mackenzie can drag me up the stairs. She is obviously a little too excited, I'm 100 percent sure it's because she gets to see Cory. If he ever hurts her there will be a problem. "So what are you thinking of wearing?" She asks me eagerly.

I shrug, "nothing too fancy but then again nothing too bogan for this party. I will look somewhat decent." She claps her hands in excitement that I'm actually not going to look like a grub tonight. "Can you help me?" I find that looking for outfits to wear is the hardest part of going out. I obviously want to look good and impress someone. She rummages through my closet and pulls out a tight looking skirt and a crop top. I scrunch my nose up and shake my head.

"Do you have anything in mind?" I shake my head, hence why I asked her. She gives me her best thinking face and turns back to my closet, finally after throwing many of my clothes on the ground, she grabs out something that she likes. Surprisingly, I do too. It is an off the shoulder black playsuit, nothing too fancy but nothing too casual either. I pair it with my favourite pair of vans then it will be amazing

"This is perfect," I grin. She smiles back at me, I skip away to the bathroom to have a quick shower. Once I'm out, I get dressed and blow dry my hair then straighten it until it is dead straight. "Could you do my makeup please?" I ask.

"OH MY GOD!! I am so happy that you are embracing this, you go girl!" I chuckle and roll my eyes at her behaviour. Well I want to look somewhat decent with this nose cast on my nose, it doesn't hurt as much as it did. Apparently I need surgery. SO, mum booked an appointment as soon as they informed her yesterday. I don't really let it phase me that I have this thing on my nose. It's literally just a reminder to never trust boys. She makes me sit down and grabs out all the essentials. While she does my makeup, we engage in a conversation.

"So are you excited to see Cory?" I ask.

"Yes! He is actually so sweet, no one would have guessed. He actually has so much respect for women, ughhh I really want to know if he likes me too! Boys are so complicated though, they will say something and mean the complete opposite. You never know what they really want, I also reckon that if they like someone they should just tell them. There is a 50/50 chance that the person could like them back. The worst thing that could happen is rejection, but you'll get over it eventually. Do you get what I mean or do I just sound crazy and obsessed?" She finishes her rant on boys and how complicated they are, I couldn't agree more though. If you like a girl, tell them.

"No, I get what you mean and I completely agree with everything you just said. But Mackenzie, all men have a high ego and if they get rejected their egos will be deflated dramatically and so will their 'masculinity' that is all they care about. They want to look cool in front of their friends, honestly who cares though?? Like, at least you tried. I think girls should admit their feelings too, I know its scary but we will never know until we tell them first ourselves."