She Who Minds

1

"What do you mean, no?" My best friend, Daisy, asks.

"I mean, no," I respond. Daisy has been trying to get me to go to this new club for my birthday ever since it opened a few months ago.

"Emma, what part of 'Let's go out tonight', do you not understand? I don't recall giving you a choice."

"What part of 'No' do you not understand? It's my birthday, not yours."

Daisy looks at me with her signature "I'll be sad forever unless we do this" face. I roll my eyes and look away, as much as I'd like to say that it doesn't work on me, that's just not true.

"Emmaaaa, you only turn 18 once, let's make it the best one ever. We almost never go out and do anything."

She's right. I'd always been the kind of person who would rather stay at home, eating popcorn and watching another Netflix original. Maybe I should go out just this once, I guess I at least owe her that. I'm not sure how such an extroverted person decided that I was the best person to call a friend. We were opposites in nearly every way. Her skin is tan and brown, which pairs well with her jet black hair. We both share high cheekbones, though she gets them from her Native American heritage. Other than that, we really only have our love for food and cheesy movies in common.

I turn to face her again, "Do you really want to go?"

She nods her head enthusiastically.

I sigh loudly, "Fine, I'll go."

"Great, I'll pick you up at 9," she says before kissing my cheek and walking away, attitude completely changed. Why do I always have to fall for that stupid face she makes. I take my eyes off of her back and start walking towards my apartment from the park that Daisy and I come to frequently to talk. If was only 10 minutes away from both of our apartments so it was easier to just meet in the middle.

My feet move their way up the stairs to home. Mom made just enough money to pay for apartment that resides above a corner store. It wasn't much, but it was the best we could do since my dad. Once inside, I look down to check the time on my phone.

7:32 pm.

My closet wasn't really what you would call eye catching. It mostly consists of skinny jeans and some plain tops. Even so, I have a dress that I was supposed to wear to winter formal a couple years ago that probably still fits me. It doesn't exactly fit the profile of a club going girl, but it will have to do.

For my makeup, I decide to do a nude eye look paired with a dark red, matte lipstick. It wasn't long after I was done that I heard a knock on my door. I opened it to reveal a very interesting looking Daisy.

"You sure that dress is long enough to dance in?" I ask, laughing.

"Ha ha, very funny," She says, looking me up and down, "I thought this would happen."

"What," I ask, eyebrows creased together.

"Here, I brought you this dress I got the other day, it matches your eyes."

A dress is thrown into my chest. I scramble to catch it in time before walking into my bathroom. I let the formal dress fall off of my frame before carefully pulling the blue dress over my head. Looking into the mirror, I'm immediately taken by surprise. I don't really wear clothes that hug my body as tight as this dress does, but I have to admit that I looked good. Daisy was right when she said it goes with my eyes, the color matches perfectly. It's a dark blue color that is so vivid it doesn't even look real. Not only that, but it makes my light skin and hair seem striking, but in a good way. Something I don't think I've ever experienced.

"Did you die or something? Open the door and let me see you already."

I swing open the door and stare at Daisy.

"Oh. My. God," she says after a moment, "Here, wear these."

She hands me a pair of silver heels and I put them on.

"Somebody call the fire department because you are smoking hot."

I shrug my shoulders before responding, "Thanks, Day"

"I should be the one thanking you," she says, fanning herself, "You ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be."