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"Jeanie! I don't know what to wear!"

Jeanie Collins has been my best friend for years. By that I mean that I literally can not remember a time in my life when we weren't friends. Because there hasn't been one. We were born on exactly the same day. Our parents are best friends so naturally we became inseparable.

My hands were clammy and every few seconds I had to wipe them against my grey sweatpants as my eyes darted over all the articles of clothing strewn across my bedroom floor.

"It's not that hard hun, it's not that formal so just wear a skater skirt or dress or something I don't know. Neither of us have a good fashion sense!"

I think it would also be important to state that neither of us have any other friends. Only eachother as we both suffer extreme separation anxiety and never leave each others side. Our parents came to the conclusion around the time we turned five that they should but a house large enough for the two families as we wouldn't sleep or eat when away from eachtoher and would instead just lie down and cry.

I suppose we scared the other kids because of this and hense no one wanted to be our friends but we didn't really care.

"This is so stupid! It's not like we have to go!"

I turned to my blonde haired best friend. Exasperated and watched as she flung herself backwards and flopped against my pillows.

"You do! We do. Its about time we got some other friends don't you think? Obviously we'll always have eachother but we can't always count on the other person"

Can't we? Why get more friends to become attached to? Won't that make everything harder?

"Don't pull that face at me Harlow Bray. I know exactly what your thinking and I thought it to! But do you really want to miss the chance to fall in love? The experience of heart break? It may sound weird but it's exiting! We're seventeen we shouldn't have to be so alone"

Jeanie sighed, sitting back up and crossing her legs Indian style. My mind whirled as I thought of countless different excuses but after coming up blank each time I pivot back to the wardrobe.

"It's a party, a high-school party so I could just wear my ripped jeans. And then like find a cute top or something. Actually d'ya know what? I'm going like this!"

My hands wildly gesture to my way to big sweatpants and yellow crop top. There's a ketchup stain on the collar and the right leg of my sweatpants is rolled up around my knees.

"No you will not. Grab those cute black ripped jeans. They make your ass look nice and that red bandeau with the black and orange stripes! You could pair it with your black Nike shoes and Bam. Your ready to go"

While Jeanie always claims to know little to nothing about fashion she's actually really good with it.

After we've changed Jeanie drags me towards the door. Claiming we don't need makeup because and I quote "not to toot our horns or anything but we look sexy"

She always does that though. Referring to how one of us looks as "we" as we both look almost identical. But while her hair is a golden colour mines Bronde. And while her eyes are green mine are brown. She has no freckles and I have a few around my eyes. But other then that everything else is the same.

We both have big enough hips. I wouldn't say we're "thick" as we don't have hips that big but like. We don't not have hips. And we've got slim enough waists. Our noses are both slightly up turned and we are the same height.

"We're really doing this" she squeels "we're going to a party!"