kitten || p.jm

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*turns into a fucking humain garbage disposal*
"are you gonna eat that"
*eats chips like a paper shredder*

tonight's the night.....

well, i wouldn't really say "the night" it wasn't that special that you were finally going out after weeks of your friends asking— sorry, friends nagging you to get out the house and live for once.

Christina and you got ready at your house. the problem was, you didn't know how to "get ready"

you never went to clubs, never went out, never tried the slightest to impress a person with the way you were dressed or how you looked.

you were a single pringle that was certainly not ready to mingle.....

looking back at it, you realized you didn't have any cute or sexy clothes in your wardrobe. that kind of clothes wasn't really your "go to" kind of outfit. even tho your figure is well defined and you take care of it, you hate exposing it. there isn't really a reason, it's just like that i suppose... so christina, being that thoughtful ass friend, brought all of what you would end up "needing"

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after three hours of hard work, christina had created a beautiful piece of art and a house who now looked like a zoo.

this dumb bitch fucking tried putting you in this dress that was literally six sizes too small. you seriously fought with her for a dress just because you didn't wanna wear it. yes, just like a first grader. in the end, she won and she just made you wear it.

feeling quite revealed, you look at yourself in the mirror and admire your reflection. you were feeling good in that dress, tho the lack of fabric made you a bit uncomfortable...you thought you looked nice and that it was kinda cool to be out of hoodies and sweat

"you self narcissistic ass" Christina commented watching your figure twirling and dancing in front of the mirror. "since you're feeling yourself that much, strike a pose girl" pictures were your thing, you loved taking them, not just of you, but in general. there was just something about photographs that fascinated you to the fullest

without hesitation, you strike multiple poses while christian was getting in every possible angle at every picture she took going from standing on her feet to having her head upside down for no apparent reason. you stop and stood next to her. "show me the pics"

she hands over her phone and you scroll through the dozens of pictures she had taken. handing her back her phone, you go to the ladies room to do your stuff cuz ya know, a girl's gotta do her business

coming out and joining your friend, you could see her smiling evilly at her phone. you glance over her shoulder and notice her instagram page opened with a picture of you and a number of hearts who were increasing by the second.

this bitch

"a snatched sister? really? i always thought i was a shishter but its fine" you retorted placing your hand of your heart and making an ugly hurt face

you sashayed away dramatically flipping your hair as you went off into the world
*A/n: queue RuPaul's Drag Race elimination rounds*

she doesn't utter a single word only looking at you dumbfounded. trying to make up for her "mistake" she suggested something

"how about we go get pinkity drinkities huh?"

you looked back at her, hair flipping back with sparkles in your eyes as if your true love died in some kind of telenovela. all in all, super dramatically

"oh yeah, love that" you hurried to get your shit and walked passed chris several times before stopping and leading her to the door where you literally pushed her out of your house as if she was some savage animal.

you locked your door and made your way to your crusty ass 2006 Honda civic

christina grabbed your arm and brought you to a complete other direction
"woah there big girl, where do you think you're going?"

annoyed of her bs you retorted "girl do we seriously need to get there with your car? i know you got the fancy one but really tho, it's just a house party who cares man". she turned towards you with daggers in her eyes threatening your existence. "everybody cares you ass, it's important to have class when you go to a party, even if it's done in their garage"

you sign and just went with it cuz you didn't wanna start shit over what car to take for a party because sure enough, she was gonna try to prove her point nearly by using the «one hundred and one reasons to take a Lamborghini to a party» book.

getting into the car, you hit your head accidentally and groan while rubbing the same spot you hit yourself on "fuck"

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the car ride felt long as fuuuuuuuuuuuu even tho it was only like 20 minutes. thank god christina kept you occupied by talking shit about people she saw in the street while driving. she be like "boy pick those goddamn pants up— girl where the hell is the rest of your pants— girl you're thicker than a bowl of oatmeal"
*A/n: if you don't know this, i don't even know how you're living*

you weren't fazed on what she was saying until she said the last one. you straight up burst out laughing your shit off. you look at your friend with tears in your eyes from the amount of laughter. confused as to why you were cracked, she looked at you with a judging face and just brushed it off. with you, still laughing in the back, she was growing annoyed and shut you up

"bitch i fucking swear to god you better shut you damn mouth before i do" your laughter instantly stopped and you calmed down, sitting back in you seat and waited to get there.

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you got there and she parked the luxurious vehicle

you got out of the car, once again hitting your head on the door frame because you know, you're mentally drunk and you can't function. you fell back onto your seat and started laughing to yourself. you tried getting back up without hitting your head once more, which was surprisingly a success

"how am i even gonna do this holy shit" that was the real question that you asked yourself over and over again for the past five minutes

you stood up trying to get your balance but those wedges you were in weren't having it. your ankle gave up and you and your retarded ass fell uwu

you start to get up when some random stranger with blond hair puts his hand out to help you get back up from that insanely embarrassing fall

"are you alright miss?"

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hello dear readers!
this is my first chapter of this story, i honestly really hope you like it and i can keep updating for you guys ♥