Overnight Sensation

chapter two

Hartley//

"Girls do not dress for boys. They dress for themselves. Of course. If girls dressed for boys, they'd just walk around naked all the time." - Betsey Johnson

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Two Days Until the party...

It's Thursday. Yes. If you're like me and thinking about how the party is in just a few days you are gonna understand this problem that I'm about to tell you about. See the thing is, not only is the party in two days but I also have nothing relatively 'decent' to wear. Now don't sit there and criticise me for having a basic teenage girl dilemma cause news flash I'm a basic teenage girl whose freaking out about not having good enough clothes to wear to a stupid high school party, one that, I must point out, I don't even want to go to. 

I have spent every second of everyday since i found out about the party thinking about what I should wear, whether that be physically pulling out every item of clothing from my closet and trying it on with other clothing items until something changed from drab to fab, or whether that be me mentally going through my closet thinking of all the clothing items I own and waiting for inspiration to strike me to put together the perfect outfit. But unfortunately, I've come up empty-handed.

Literally, everything I own is either way too fancy or way too casual and when I try to mix them together it becomes way too 'what the heck are you wearing' for my liking so it's time to call in backup.

Honestly, I didn't want to do this, nor was I planning on ever doing this but the parties in two short days and well, as I said before, I'M SCREWED. I sit on my bed at home and send a message on the group chat saying 'SOS, Come over ASAP!!!'. I'm instantly sent back messages of agreement and 'be there soon's'.

Shockingly enough they all arrived in my room at the same time but knowing them they probably waited till they were all here until they came in, just so that they could face the emergency together. Little do they know that teamwork won't help them with this crisis, this fashion crisis.

They collectively 'ooh' and 'ahh' at the sight of my room. None of which are positive. With the bed, a mess of clothes and the floor scattered full of random items of clothing it doesn't shock me that they are all left so flabbergasted. They maneuver themselves through my room to come to sit with me against the wall directly opposite the almost fully covered bed.

"Are you okay?" Jae asks, giving me a hug once she sits down beside me.

"She's clearly not okay, have you seen..." Tee is cut off by Jae who kicks her viciously in the back of the calf.

"I don't know what to wear"I sigh as I get up and walk towards the overly cluttered bed. "I have gone through everything I own, attempting to make an outfit out of them that looks decent and nothing is working, literally nothing looks good together"

"I'm sure we'll find something," Dax says positively

"I hate to damper this rare positivity Dax but I'm gonna be real when I say that there is nothing, well nothing remotely good enough for this party" I give him a blank look which he returns by smiling even brighter. I wanna gag at the sight. This is not a time to be happy. We have a crisis on our hands, forget the sunshine and sparkles its time to pull out the devils and whatever else that works with that, I'm too tired to come up with ideas. I've spent too long looking at my clothes, the last of my brain cells have been spent on that.

While I sat there thinking about the irrelevance of positivity, the rest of the group cautiously made their way towards the bed, where I was standing. They began flicking through every item of clothing I had and after what felt like years but was miraculously only an hour, they sighed and joined me where I was once again defeated against the cold white wall opposite what is now our enemy. My Clothes.

"How the heck do you have nothing, literally nothing" Jae looks defeated but way angrier. Who would have thought? I mentally laugh at my own sarcasm.

"It was like looking at the closet of a 2000's wanna be emo" Tee looks so heartbroken as well, I have never seen her this broken up, not even when one direction broke up, and they where her everything, she spent weeks in her room crying but the look of sadness on her face now is way more pain filled than back then.

"okay that was a step too far," I say feigning pain and heartbreak "it's not my fault that black is the only colour I own and that all my clothes are from like so many years ago"

"well it's your fault for buying all these clothes in the first place," Dax says rubbing his head attempting to rid himself of the images of all the clothes that I own. Or at least that's what I assume he's doing.

"what happened to your 'positive attitude'? See I told you that there was no hope, I'm hopeless, that's what I am" In defeat, I lean my head in my hands " I may as well not even go and to think I was starting to get excited"

"well in that case we cant give up, not now," Dax says once again bringing back the positivity " I have an idea"

"god no"

"nope not gonna happen"

"there is no way in hell that any of us are going to agree to your plan"

we all say this at the same time making him groan in annoyance.

"Okay that was one time" he sighs

"one time my ass," I say looking him dead in the eyes.

"okay okay maybe two" he continues

"two times my...."

"ass we get it," all my friends say cutting me off despite the current fashion crisis I can't help but laugh.

"so what's this plan then?" I ask slightly intrigued "hopefully it's better than nothing"

"well I was just going to say that we go to the shops tomorrow straight after school, that's it," Dax says. "no fireworks or explosives this time"

"thank god" Tee laughs making us all join in.

"fine, whatever we'll go shopping but if I don't find anything by tomorrow I'm not going,"I say pointing and staring at each of them, holding the stare a few seconds on each of their faces making them visibly gulp.

"Yay Shopping day!!! Can't wait!!!" Jae squeals.

"yea, Cant wait"I sigh, my voice dripping with sarcasm. I am one hundred and forty thousand percent defeated and too tired to argue.