Why Don't We imagines

Daniel < 5

Dedicated to another friend of mine.. you know who you are 😝

         < Twist and Shout <

      February 28,1950

The Music could be heard from a block away and excitement rose in your stomach. You had your best poodle skirt on and a black shirt. Your hair was in a high pony.

It was the last day of February, and every kid was bustling to see the famous quintet group. Even you; little miss perfect. Your father was the principal of your school and you were the golden girl. If your father ever found out you were going to this groups gig, you would be dead. These boys- you only knew their names were Jonah, Jack, Corbyn, Zach, and Daniel- were from the other side of town and were more rock and roll than the pointdexters and smarmy rich boys that your father wanted you to hang around. But, being the princess conjures a curiosity of the other, so here you were.

   You enter the house and faintly hear furniture moving around and boy shouting for  a table to be left alone.

You look at all the girls here and feel like a beacon for attention. They wore tight shirts and tight skirts with their hair loosely hangin. Oh how you wanted to be like them.

    You make your way to the kitchen and see a tub you believed to be full of beer. You quickly pick one up, crack it open, and take a sip. You Gaga and cough on the nasty substance.

     " Well, well, well," a female voice says from behind you. You jump and turn around. Your eyes widen at the sight of her. She was beautiful. The girl had short black hair and her makeup was dramatic with eyeliner wings, something you'd only seen done in magazines.  She wore a tight cherry red dress and red flats to match.

   " What's a girl like you doing in a ' dump ' like this?" She sneers.

   " I-I was curious." You quickly say. She raises an eyebrow. " See, I've never been to a party or anything before and I'm sick of being the good girl." You explain with a huff.

   The girl studies you for a minute; her eyes narrowed and her mouth pursed. You shuffle on your feet while feeling uncomfortable. Her face suddenly breaks into a grin. " I like you. My names Christina. I'm dating Corbyn." She says as she loops her arm through yours. She drags you out of the kitchen with her.

   " Y/N." You timidly say.

   " Well, Y/N, you stick out like a sore thumb in those clothes!" Christina charities you look down at the floor and blush. 

   " I-I don't have anything like you guys." You mumble.

   " Nonsense! Come with me." Christina orders as she eases through the crowd. You scurry to follow, struggling to get through the crowds. She waits for you at the stairs before dashing up them. You follow. She opens a pink door and your mouth drops open. It was clothes heaven in here.

" Welcome to my clothes sanctuary." Christina smirks. You are speechless. " Let's get you all dolled up now."

All you can do is nod.

An hour later:
You look at yourself in the mirror in amazement. You couldn't recognize yourself. Christina had undone your pony and curled it into luxurious waves. She had ditched He poodle skirt and your top for a tight sleeveless black top with a tight white skirt that fit your hourglass figure, lastly, she added a pair of black heel

" Thank you! I look wonderful!" You say as you hug her. Christina hugs back.

   " No problem, I feel like we are going to be great friends." Christina states as you guys walk back downstairs. She leads you to the dance area where everyone is shaking, twisting, and grooving. You find yourself letting loose while you dance and you observe the people. Your mouth drops open and you tug Christina's arm.