Somewhere Between Florida And Heaven

1~ She needs to be pretti-er

"No stop! You're ruining your fucking mascara Camille! Ugh that's it. I'm done with you!" Lauren yelled in frustration. She let herself fall dramatically on my bed and hid her annoyed face by pressing it against one of my too many pillows.

Ok maybe, but just maybe she had a point. She really put a lot of effort in making me look somewhat representable. Not only did I look like a zombie, now that I've smeared this sticky black stuff all over my eyes. Apparently, I'm also too unable to put make-up on on my own. Well, she's not wrong...I guess?

"Hey Lauren, it's okay. We don't need make-up to look good anyways." Emma said from the other side of my room. She was sitting on the dark brown chair my aunt bought me from Toulouse, looking at herself in the big round mirror on my desk, lightly retouching her beautiful long black hair. She started making funny poses when she saw me glancing at her reflection. I giggled, causing both Emma and Lauren to giggle too.

Lauren sat up, placing the pillow on her lap. "But she needs to be pretti-er!". She turned her sorry gaze to me "I know it's been too weeks now since Preston broke up with you, but you need to get over h..". She couldn't end the sentence thanks to Emma who already tramped towards her, taking the pillow from her lap and hitting her right in the face: "Don't you ever try to get one of us to fuck a stranger to get over an ex, stupid!". Now she was hovering over her, hitting her with two pillows. "OKAY OKA... OWW!! GEEZ, ALRIGHT, I'M SORRY!". I stood up from the chair that faced the bed so Lauren could do my face earlier and jumped on my bed next to them, enjoying watching them fight each other like children.

We were planning on going to Marco's house party like every other Friday. I guess it won't bother him if we came a bit later, since he's used to us always being tardy. Well, it's actually him and Nathaniel who take forever. I think the only one who's always on time is Joseph, which must be really shitty for him. Having your squad constantly being unpunctual must be indeed awful.

It's not like we'll miss anything. Miami might be a vivid city with its beach and its skyscrapers, but it's nothing in comparison to Paris, my home town. I truly prefer the ancient architecture there to these gigantic meaningless buildings. Plus, when I think of France, I often remember my mother genuinely dancing to good old french songs, swinging the bottom of her dress like she's some princess in her own fairytale.

We never really lived in France. We just go there to visit grand-mère and grand-père. they're my mother's parents and - unlike her - lead a carefree life full of joy and crêpes, like literally. During the holidays, when we're there, there's always a pile of crêpes with nutella, chantilly and vanilla ice cream waiting for us. Hmm...

"Move. Joseph's downstairs waiting for us, Camille." Emma brought me out of my trance. "Fuck you! I was dreaming of grand-mère's crêpes!" I yelled at her, receiving an annoyed look from Lauren and Emma.

"What?"

"Well it's quite annoying when you keep calling your grandma grand-mère."

"Or your old man 'grand-père'." Lauren added, emphasizing her statement with air quotes.

"True" said a male voice, entering my room. "We get it. You're french." Joseph rolled his eyes showing his cute smirk. "Joe! On time like always!" Lauren laughs. She stands up, turning towards us with her adorable smile showing off her perfect white teeth. God! They're both so damn charming!

"So...Will you both get off your asses or what? There's a party waiting for us and lots of alcohol!" She said.
"That's my cue!" I answered, literally ready to drown myself in shots to forget about everything:

Preston and I breaking up, the slight pain in my chest, every time I think of all the things I'd do if my friends wouldn't be there for me...

"Let's have fun!".