Stacy's P.O.V
A week after moving in, these girls were already my best friends. Since they arent big fans of One Direction, they had no idea of my history with them and I was happy about that. Like I caught a break. I didnt have to talk about any of that shit, it was like I had a clean slate.
I wouldnt really be able to say which one I am closest to because I feel like Im close to all of them in different ways.
Carah reminds me of the person I used to be, before all this dating and falling in love crap. She's badass,very cheeky. She took me under her wing, treating me like a little sister. Now that I think about it, they all treated me like a sister. But she's amazing. She reminds me of Louis a little bit, in the sense of she could turn anything into a dirty joke. But also she's confident and secure with herself. Much like I was, God I miss the old me.
Then there's Michaela who reminds me of the person I am now. Well at least now that Im away from the drama. She's completely random, and hyper, and super funny. We take frequent shopping trips everywhere due to the fact that every store gives me a major discount because Im a stylist for famous people.
And finally there's Laura who reminds me of the person I try to be. I wish I was happy, and always smiling, and cracking jokes. But Im not. I try and act this way when Im working or out with the girls, but inside Im dying. Im slowly dying and it hurts to act like Im okay when Im really not.
"As our new roommate, and a smoking hot girl with a closet full of sexy dresses, you are going out with us tonight." Carah said, plopping down on the couch where I, Laura, and Michaela were already sitting. Carah stretched her body across our laps, proving to me that she might just be Louis' spawn or something.
I shrugged. "Cool. Where?" I asked. "That new club that opened two blocks down. The papers said it's the place to be tonight." Laura answered.
"Fine. When are we leaving?" I asked. "Two hours." Carah answered. Michaela pushed her feet off of her lap, immediately standing up, taking note of our confused and shocked faces."Guys, you only gave me two hours to get ready?" she whined. I laughed, shrugging."So?"
"So!? So!?" she yelled. "So! It takes me two hours just to do my hair!" Michaela freaked. We laughed at her reaction. Did I mention these girls laugh alot? Something I really need now. Laughter. "Well you better get going then." Laura smirked.
Michaela shot us all a dirty look before going to shower and get ready.
After awhile, the other two girls did the same. I sat on the couch, continuing to watch TV. I dont need so much time to get ready. I only really need thirty minutes. And that's with showering, hair, makeup, and getting dressed.
I took a glance at the clock on the wall in the kitchen and noticed I had a little over a half and hour to get ready. I skipped up to my room, gathering my body soaps, and perfume then walked into the bathroom we all share.
I took a quick shower before putting my wet hair in a sock bun, and went back to my room. I noticed my closet doors were left open and many of my clothes were scattered all over the place. Oh, did I mention I have a walk in closet?
No? Well I just did.
Laughing, I walked to the back of my closet, getting out an outfit I've been saving for awhile now, for this occasion exactly. Some people would say it is slutty, but I think wearing a skin tight dress that barely covers your ass is slutty, my outfit is sexy.
I pulled it on, black sequined highwasted shorts I got from River Island, a black corset top that has a gold zipper in the front, running between my breast, and nice black platform pumps. I strutted out my closet, putting on black studded earrings and a black mustache two finger ring.
