gravity ➳ s.m.

seven

Becca's P.O.V.

"This one... no, this one" Natalie argues with herself

"how about this one?" I ask holding up a white lace rumper with black bottoms

"Ugh" she sighs, "this is so ... normal" she complains

"Yeah exactly..." I say as she gives me a confused look.

"I don't want to get all dressed up for a party, I don't want um...Chad to think I'm that kind of person, it's just a party" I say opening up,

"fine" she says putting away the sleeveless half black and half floral print ruffled dress.

"Oh no" I say grabbing it back, "You're wearing this" I command as she gives me a wide smile. "Okay, but you're wearing these" she says and hands me a pair of 80 inch pumps, okay more like three but still. "UGH" I sigh, "UGH" she imitates.

Once we get back to my house I apply concelar to my face because well ... yeah, then a light layer of hot pink lipstick, with a light coat of clear lip-gloss.

Once I'm done with that, I apply a clean layer of mascara on my eyelashes, and a thick wing of eyeliner. As I'm finishing up my wing, Natalie begins to speak.

"So do you like Chad?" she questions . So nosey. God I have been trying to ignore this question all night. So I just stay silent.

"Oh come on, I haven't seen you get this done up since since .... Well you know" She goes speechless

"Yeah....." if only she knew who I was doing this for. Chad... well that's what I'm trying to convince myself anyway.

"And done" she says. I quickly take in her appearance. Honestly she looks like a total babe.

I admire her actually. Her dyed red curls and her big brown eyes and makeup applied perfectly. And she has like serious curves.

To pass time, I just stare at my room. I love it. It's where I hide away from the world. My walls are maroon and have quotes all over them in big black writing.
I have a little art table and a huge CD shelf. I feel like Peyton Sawyer from one of my favorite shows, 'One Tree Hill.' She is my role model.

I also have this keyboard, guitar and little mic. I play a little, and my little office table with a typewriter.

Once its time, Natalie and I head down stairs, just as we were about to leave,

"Wait! Girls let's take some pictures" my mom say rushing towards us. We make our typical weird faces calling things out like, "STAY FIERCE" and, "DUCK LIPS" the 'common white girl' stuff, as we take the picture we can't help but to just laugh.

As we made our way to the door we get interrupted. Again. "Girls one more thing" my mom says again, "God, what do you want women?" I pretend to get mad.

She reaches into her back pocket and tosses me something. Her Mercedes keys! "Wait your letting me drive?!" I asked clearly shocked

"No, I'm letting Natalie drive, now go be teenagers and stuff" with that being said, she waves us off.

My mom and I have a good relationship; I just wish it could be that way with my dad.

**

Once we get there I instantly smell beer. We walked into her huge house and head toward the kitchen to look for the guys. We spot all 12 of the "crew" members standing around the island, they spot us as well and cheer

"NATALIE!! BECCA!!" damn they're loud.

Cam introduces Mahogany to the two of us and is it weird that I love her hair? I think we are going to be good friends.