My bestfriend Diddy

Chapter 3.

"I'm not sure." I admit.

"Okay, it's non of my business anyway." She says and I'm glad she didn't push it because I wouldn't know what to say.

"It's fine, really."

"Anyway, what are you doing today?" Her eyes travel down my yellow skirt making me feel slightly uncomfortable.

"I-I-... nothing." I finally admit.

"Great! We could hang out, at my house. That is, if you don't mi-

"No, no... of course, right now?" I cut her off.

"Yeah, I live right next to you... remember?"

I nod and notice her eyes traveling back down my skirt.

"That skirt is hideous."

It took me a few seconds before processing what she said.

"W-what?"

"Your skirt." She pointed at the yellow skirt that ended right under my knees.

"What about it?"

Does she really think it's ugly? I find it pretty cute.

"It's hideous." She admits. I like honest people but she's being a little too honest.

"I think it's cute." I scan her outfit just to find something to pick on but there's nothing.

"I've been noticing how bad your outfits look at school and I wanted to lend you some of mine." she says and before I know it, we are in what I guess is her house's entry.

"N-no thank you, yours looks too expensive and I can't afford if I break it or something." If I break that outfit my mom will rip me off knowing she'll have to pay for it.

"Oh shut up! I don't care if you do. Believe me, I really don't." She assures. We walk up to her room before shutting the door.

wow

her room is incredible! She has many drawings taped on around the walls and the bed is plain white and the pillows plain blue. I know, it's weird but I don't care because the ceiling is painted like the sky. I walk closer to the paintings on her walls. All of them were a bit twisted but she had an incredible taste... in a psychotic way. I kept scanning them only to see her signature in all of them.

"Diddy! You drew these?"

"Yeah." She sighs.

"Why aren't you proud? They're freaking amazing!" I shout, waving my hands in the air like crazy.

"You really think so?" I look up at her and her eyes were shining. The green on her eyes looked stunning and it almost makes me jealous.

"Yeah, I do." I smile, making her look away uncomfortably.

"Pick any outfit you want." She walks up to her stereo, yes... stereo. Nice huh?

Before getting up, "Fancy" by Iggy started playing. I have to admit, the song was good but that's just not my style. My style is Rock, Pop Rock, Pop, Rock N ' Roll, pretty much everything with "rock" in it. I freaking love "The Rollingstones", "Paramore" "The Beatles", "Nirvana", "Guns & Roses", "5 seconds of summer" and all that good stuff.

I walk up to what I guess is her closet and turn the door knob.

"What are you doing?" She yells, literally yells, so loud it made me cringe.

"You told me to get an outfit." I remind her.

"That isn't,  absolutely isn't the closet!" She shouts making me jump.  She looks absolutely furious, the sweet Diddy had turned into a side I never expected her to turn to.

"I- sorry?" She shuts the door making me flinch. She notices my reaction and her eyes soften.

"Nobody's allowed in this room, absolutely no one." She says before walking towards her bed.

"I am really sorry, I didn't know."

"It's fine, just promise me never to go in there again." She says before raising her pinky.

"I-I promise." I raise my pinky before connecting it with hers.

"I don't like people who break promises." She warns.

"I-I- Me neither."

"Good."