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09 | Chapter Nine

B O N N I E

The thought of seeing Josh both excites me and scares me at the same time. I'll overlook the fact he is my neighbor, at least for the night, and pretend he is just any other guy at a college party.

Olivia bounces up from the floor, dramatically throwing her hands out for me to hold on to as she pulls me up so fast I leap up off of the floor. Once I'm standing, Olivia curtsies, and I lose it. This girl is the most beautiful creature, and I am blessed to call her my best friend.

"We have to get ready, we need you to look amazing!" she screams, waving her arms around in the air like a lunatic.

"A certain someone will be there. I know you want to impress." She winks at me, and I know all too well who she is referring to.

"Liv, the party isn't for like another six hours;" I laugh at her eagerness, and I can't help but feel the rush of anticipation for tonight bubbling up to the surface when I cave and join in jumping up and down along with her.

"Exactly, we haven't got much time! Now let's go to my house, pronto!" Before I can say no, Olivia drags me out of my bedroom. Luckily on the way out, I grab for my phone before we are barreling down the stairs to where my Mother comes running out of the kitchen in a hurry.

"What is going on with you two today?" she looks horrified by all the noise we are making. Noticing the gigantic smiles on our faces, her expression relaxes, the panic leaving her.

"We are going to stay at my house tonight, is that cool?" Olivia asks my mom, throwing her arm around her for a big bear hug. My mom loves Olivia; sometimes, I even question if she loves her more than me. Olivia knows this, and she also knows my mom can never say no to her pouty face, so she takes advantage of that from time to time.

"Don't you girls start school tomorrow? Your first year as seniors, you'll want to be fresh and awake for that." I know Mom is right, but a party where Josh is sounds a lot more appealing to me than an early night preparing for school tomorrow.

"We will be fine, Mom; you know how excited we are for tomorrow." I can tell by the look on Mom's face she's not buying it.

"I don't know; this sounds like a bad idea that I should put a stop to," Olivia and I both put on our best puppy dog sad eye faces, staring up at my mom.

"Fine," she caves, "but be careful and make sure you text me when you get to school tomorrow, so I know you got there safely."

Olivia throws her arms around Mom, pulling her in for another tight hug as Mom lightly taps her back, begging to be let go so she can breathe again. Her eyes wide as she puts on a fake smile in my direction, looking over Olivia's shoulder.

"Thanks, Mom, I love you!" I scream as we run out the front door, "I love you too!" I hear Mom holler as we leave the house, her voice growing distant the further we got.

Olivia only lives in the next street over so we don't have far to run before we get to her house, as we are running up her driveway, it was then I realized I didn't bring any clothes with me for tonight or school tomorrow.

Running into Olivia's room, she throws herself dramatically onto her perfectly made bed, her arms spread wide like a bird flying through the sky, and I stumble over to the mirror hanging on her wall to take a good look at myself.

"I have nothing to wear-" I say, taking myself in, horrified at my appearance. Looking myself up and down in my baggy boyfriend jeans with the knees cut out, the over sized plain black t-shirt which hangs low around my no existent chest. My long, mousy brown hair, which was tied into a neat ponytail, now hangs half up half down after all that excitement just moments ago.

"Look at me; I'm a mess."I turn to face Olivia, who is lying on her bed, watching me, also studying my outfit; she lets out a soft giggle when her eyes reach my hair.

"I have plenty of clothes you can wear. We just need to search a little to find them." She let out another giggle, bouncing up from her bed and waltzing over to her closet, which, might I add, was the size of my bedroom.

This girl has way too many clothes. Also, way too much cleavage for me to fit nicely into any of her outfits.

"Liv, I don't know if you've noticed this or not, but your boobs are a lot bigger than mine." Pointing down to my chest and eyeing her, she has a crooked smile glancing down at my chest.

"We can work with what you've got. Don't you trust me?" I trust Olivia with a lot of things, but dressing me up for a party, I wasn't so sure.

We have opposite tastes in fashion. Olivia was a girly girl; she always looked like she was ready to walk down a runway, whereas I always looked like I was prepared to attend some sort of sports event in my basic jeans and t-shirt combo.

I walk over to her bed and sit down, observing Olivia in her natural state, drowning in a sea of clothes she is throwing all over the room. She searches and searches until "I got it!" she says, tossing a pile of clothing in my direction.

"Get dressed!" She demands, and I don't object. I get up and start undressing, Olivia studying me as I do this.

"What are you wearing under those clothes?!" she says with a mortified look on her face.

"Bonnie, honey, no." Now standing in front of my best friend with just a bra and panties on, she grabs my arms, pulling me to her mirror.

"What is this?" she points at my bra, "and this?" now pointing toward my crotch.

"That is so not sexy, Bon," she says, her mouth forming a tight, straight line.

"It's just my underwear. I don't see the problem?" I didn't understand her horror; no one ever looks at me this undressed unless it's my mom and occasionally, Olivia.

Pulling up her shirt, she shows me her bra. "see this? This is what you call sexy." she does a pretend catwalk like she was a Victoria's Secret model, and I let out a barrel of laughter.

"I'm not sexy like you, Liv. I have never been, and I don't think I ever will." Looking back at myself in the mirror, I shake my head and decide it's best if I don't look.

"No one is seeing me in my underwear tonight, so I think I am safe wearing this." I grab the dress Olivia threw me and drag it over my head, desperate to cover up.

"I am not wearing this!" I screech once the dress is on, tight red fabric hugging my small but curvy body, only covering midway down my thighs. Lucky for me, it was tight enough that it wasn't so clear that my chest was a lot smaller than Olivia's. This dress leaves nothing to the imagination.

"You look incredible!" Olivia cheers from across the room, where she was lost in her mirror, applying her makeup to perfection.

"This isn't me; it might give certain people the wrong idea." I only had a certain someone in mind; I think Olivia was on the same wavelength as me.

"Isn't that what we want, though?" she questions without looking back at me.

Honestly, I'm not sure what I want out of tonight.