Euphoria // Grunge One-Shots

I just can't - Jerry Cantrell*

'Even after four months he still doesn't know when to stop.' I think to myself as I decline his call once more.

"Shouldn't you give him one more chance?" Demri asks me to which I scoff.

I take another long swig of my wine before answering: "He messed up. He had his chance, Dem. I'm not gonna let myself fall for it again."

She sighs, knowing fully well that I'm right. But then again, she hates seeing me like this; heartbroken, even after four months.

I turn the volume of the tv a bit and lose myself in the awfully bad tv show that's currently playing. Fortunately it helps set the mood a bit and Demri and I both laugh every now and then.

At midnight Demri decides it's time to head home and I let her out, "Bye Dem, see you soon."

"Yeah, and you'll come to Chris' party right?" she asks, which causes confusion to enter my face.

I wave it off, "I'll call him and ask about it, don't worry. See you!"

And with that, Demri leaves and I turn after closing the door to reach for my phone. I dial Chris' number and it rings only one of two times before he picks up.

"Cornell household, what can I do for you?" he says in a mocking-tone.

I laugh, "Hey Chris, how are you?" he let's out an exciting sound when he realises it's me.

"(Y/N)!! I was just about to give you a call, actually. You're coming to my party this Friday, aren't you? I totally forgot to tell you about it, I'm sorry! Can you forgive me, sugar?"

"I was just about to call you about it, Demri just mentioned it and I wanted to make sure if I was invited, but of course, I'll be there! And quit it with the pet-names, Cornell."

We both burst into a fit of laughter, "Alright, see you Friday, Chris." I say before hanging up.

The rest of the week go by in a flash and before I even realise it, it's Friday already. "Shit!" I mutter to myself at the realisation.

"Dem! Hey!" I practically scream into my phone as soon as it's picked up. "I need your help, alright. The party is in two hours and I've done nothing, yet. Please, help me out here!"

She just chuckles and tells me she's on her way. I thank her and move over to my wardrobe. There are a couple of dresses that look quite nice for a birthday party. But then again, there are also some nice, tight, pants in there and some nice shirts.

I take out a dress, a pair of pants and a shirt, and some heels and boots to go with it. When I'm about to change, my doorbell rings and I open it to find Demri standing in front of me, already completely dolled up for the party.

I grab her wrist and take her with me to my room, "Soooo, I've got this set: these tight pants, this shirt, and the boots." I tell her, showing her the black, ripped tights, a t-shirt with 'rock'n'roll' spelled on it and the black dr martens boots. "Or this dress and these heels." I say as I show her the black, lace, dress with a pair of matte black, open, heels.

She seems to genuinely think of what I should wear and finally speaks up, "First one, deffo first one." she says and throws the outfit at me.

"Alright!"

After a good hour and a half, I'm finally done. Clothes hugging my body in a perfect way and make up smoothly on my face. "He won't know what hit 'm." Demri says under her breath.

"What?" I ask since I didn't hear her very clearly.

Her eyes snap up to meet mine, "Oh, nothing. You look amazing."