The Insomniac Club | ✓

[15] - Cat Got Your Tongue, Spaceling?

It was eight thirty on a Friday night, and Jules had spent the last hour and a half trying to pick out an outfit. Her room was a mess, her closet was even worse, and she wasn't even a step closer to finding an outfit.

And Wren would be here to pick her up in fifteen minutes.

"Hey, have you seen my— holy shit, what happened here?" Mia chose that moment to walk into Jules' room. Jules was sat on the floor in the middle of the piles upon piles of clothes, just about ready to cry and cancel her and Wren's plans for the night.

"I can't find an outfit!" Jules huffed.

Mia rolled her eyes and walked to a pile of clothes. It took a couple of minutes to find what she was looking for, but when she did she chucked the clothes at Jules.

"Wear this with those black heeled boots you have. Now get your ass up and get dressed. Wren is gonna be here soon."

Speaking of Wren, there was a knock at the door.

With a squeal, Jules began to rip her clothes off, not even bothering to see what Mia had picked out for her to wear. Meanwhile, Mia left to answer the door and stall Wren.

After dressing, Jules hastily looked in the mirror, only to halt and stare at herself.

She had done her hair and makeup like she usually did, so nothing was different there, but what made her look different than her usual self was the outfit Mia had chosen.

It was a dark denim skirt and a black sheer long sleeved skin tight top that she tucked into her skirt. She wore a black bralette underneath and black heeled booties.

She thought she looked amazing.

She grabbed her clutch with a small excited smile on her face. She deemed this outing as just a hang out session with a friend. The thought made her heart sink.

She took a deep breath before leaving her room, walking down the short hallway towards the main living area.

When her eyes landed on Wren and Mia, she screamed.

"No! Fuck no!"

She all but ran to them, knocking the fork and plate out of Wren's hand. He has been seconds away from eating Mia's special concoction that she always made whenever Jules went out with someone. It had only happened twice, but in both cases, the first date had been the last.

But this isn't even a date? Why did Mia try to feed him her borderline toxic food?

Mia stepped back with a laugh, grabbing the plate of black ashes off of the coffee table. Wren simply looked shocked and confused.

"You almost ate it, Wren. Today would've been your last day on earth."

Wren's eyes widened, and Jules couldn't help but laugh. "Not really. Mia is just a terrible cook and her food usually tastes like death. Eating it makes you want to die."

Wren didn't respond. His eyes were still wide as he stared at Jules. Mia watched from the kitchen, a small proud smile on her face. She liked Wren. She liked him for Jules.

Jules blushed under his gaze and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "What?"

Wren snapped out of it then, blinking before realizing that he had been staring. He cleared his throat. "You just look so ugly." He said, standing up off the couch.

Jules grinned. "If that's your idea of a compliment, it needs work. But thank you. You look quite disgusting too."

They left then, waving to Mia on their way out. The club wasn't too far away, and fifteen minutes later, they were walking up to the bouncer, showing their IDs and walking into the club.