We are young, we run free
stay up late, we don't sleep
got our friends, got the night
we'll be alright~
Travie McCoy
PART ONE. HARRY.
"Seriously, you've never been to a party before in your life? It's almost the end of senior year. YOU'RE MISSING A SHIT LOAD OF STUFF, SASHA." Megan screamed at me.
"Calm down.. why do you even care in the first place? "
"Well, now that we're friends, we have to get you to the same level as I am. Which is way higher than where you are now."
"Level..?"
"Yeah, you know. Popularity. You know what, I'll take you out tonight. I'll come around your house at around 6 to go through your closet. Love ya, bye." She blew me a kiss and scampered out of the room curls bouncing behind her.
Recently, the most popular girl in my grade, Megan had taken me under her wing. Crazy, right? Why would she befriend me? My reputation around this school is nonexistent. Well, not anymore. Since Megan started hanging out with me, I've become just a little well known around here. Goodbye Sasha with the My-Little-Pony Panties (long story), hello Sasha the girl who hangs around Megan.
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"Why don't you wear any of this to school, Sash?" Megan asked ruffling through my closet.
"I don't know.. I just wear what I'm comfy in."
"Well, tonight is all about the looks." She commented laying down a silver sparkly dress down on my bed.
I glanced at it remembering my mother had bought it for me. I've never even tried it on. I don't usually wear clothes like that, but might as well give it a try.
I stepped into my closet and slid the dress on. It's strapless with a sweetheart neckline that goes down into ruffles with sequins covering every inch of fabric. I ran my hands down the ruffles and took a deep breath.
I hope tonight goes okay.. I thought as I stepped out of the closet and faced a serious looking Megan eyeing my up and down.
"Twirl for me." She smiled.
I twirled at a slow rate knowing she wanted to make sure this dress looked good on me at every angle.
"Gorgeous. Now for the hair and makeup."
"Makeup?" I asked. "I don't have any.." I said.
"Don't lie to me. You're skin can't look that good without concealer." She rolled her eyes.
"I'm being honest, I've never worn makeup."
"Sure.. Well, whatever. I borough some of my own."
After a while of Megan poking and prodding me, I couldn't even recognize myself. My skin looked glowing and I had a smoky eye with pounds of mascara.
"Thanks."
"Don't mention it. I'm going to go get ready."
I nodded and looked back at my reflection. My blond curly hair is cascading down stopping right below my boobs and my blue eyes pop thanks to the pounds of eye makeup. My lips are perfectly glossed, and my cheeks rosy.
Just as I was done examining myself, Megan came out wearing a skin tight red dress. She looked amazing as always. Her brown curly hair is up in a ponytail with her bangs over a bump-it making her hair look voluminous. She had red high heels and various accessories.
