Emo Nite

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Author's Note - for easiest sake, I'm just gonna make up names for your friends etc in the story, rather than constantly have to write Y/BF/N. so yeah, your best friend is now called Jamie lol ok and moving on.

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"Y/N, girl you have to stop thinking about her. She didn't deserve you, and as your best friend, it hurts to see you this upset. Please just come to emo nite with us, I promise you'll have a good time" my best friend, Jamie, pleads with her classic puppy dog eyes look.

"I don't know, what if she's there?" I reply, feeling my heart ache at the mere thought of my ex girlfriend. We've been broken up now for a little over one week after I caught her cheating on me with a girl from her work. Safe to say I was left crushed.

"If she's there then you ignore her Y/N. Don't let her control your life. You're gonna go tonight and you're going to have fun, alright?" Jamie says, and all I do in response is nod, realising that this is a debate I'm not going to win. "Awesome, now lets get you looking hot" she continues while rummaging through my wardrobe.

I decide it's probably a good time to start on my hair and make up since I'm clearly not going to be having that 'feel sorry for myself' night in that I'd planned.

"How dark should I do my make up Jamie?" I ask while scanning my make up counter for my eyeshadow palette. Jamie looks at me in the mirror's reflection, while having her hands full of a variety of outfits.

"Hm, I think a slightly smokey eye, but not too dark if you're wanting a darker lip" she explains, "oh and I've found your outfit. You're going to look so fucking hot Y/N" she squeals in excitement, causing me to laugh a little. That girl is crazy.

After spending a good thirty minutes on my make up, I decide that it looks decent enough and turn my attention to my hair. Having it up in a bun makes the process a lot easier, so I just take it out, smiling as it turns into loose waves.

"I envy your hair honestly" Jamie states before handing me my outfit for the night, "now go put this on, we're leaving in ten minutes girl."

Quickly running into the bathroom, I throw off my pyjamas and put on the black dress picked out for me. I give myself a once over in the mirror before brushing my teeth. I actually don't look too awful, for once. Ever since my break up I've kind of been slumming it, and I must admit it feels nice to be getting dressed up.

I walk back into the bedroom to find Jamie laying on the bed on her phone. There's a pair of knee high black boots sitting out for me at the end of the bed, so I quickly slip them on.

"Well, what do you think?" I ask, and when Jamie looks up at me, her phone falls onto the bed.

(your make up look and outfit):