SADBOY - FINN WOLFHARD ✔

ONE!

UNKNOWN MORTAL ORCHESTRA - SO GOOD AT BEING IN TROUBLE

"SO GOOD AT BEING IN TROUBLE, SO BAD AT BEING IN LOVE."

A lavish red coat is draped over her shoulders as she takes one last look at herself in the mirror. Puckering up her lips, she glances at her makeup application, her lipstick being neatly painted across her lips with no smudging. The color is a rosy red, complemented by the bronze palette that lays on her eyelids, high contours accentuate her cheekbones, sculpting her face and making her features look sharp and defined. Brunette locks were straightened and framed her face. She pulls a sultry pout to the reflection in the mirror, rolling her eyes back and she pretends to be flirty and suggestive. She tilts her head from side to side, eyeing her side profile and smiling when she realises how well she had dolled herself up, her friends would praise her for the look, they were always admirable of her, sometimes you could see the jealousy that radiates of them, Freya was unmistakably beautiful.

She walks past the kitchen, both her parents sitting at the table with their separate laptops and their separate lives, coffee cups sit next to their frames, as both reach for their coffee's at the same time in perfect synchronization. Their eyes don't glance up from the screens, so concentrated by the work, her parents had been workaholics since she was born, running off on business trips, having fancy dinners, making themselves presentable as possible, their dedications towards their works had left Freya to be neglected throughout her childhood. Whether it was intentional or not, it has caused the girl some pain watching them smile at a deal going through rather than celebrating the high grades she had gotten, it leads her to stop caring as much, put her guard down and enjoyed the young carefree years she had.

Her parents didn't care for why their daughter was so dressed up, why a dress ran so high up her thigh, why fishnets stockings stuck to the bare skin of her soft legs. Or the additionally four inches of height that was added to her frame by her expensive painful heels. They don't bat even a single eyelash her way, and she's ok with that, their eyes still scan their work, as she slips out of the room.

Slinging the bag across her shoulder, she opens the front door of her house, being hitten with the cold winds, and glancing at the parked car on the side of the road with three excitable (slightly tipsy) girls all sitting inside, with the rooftop rolled down, they screamed their chatter and laughed ecstatically, the thud of her high stiletto heels hitting the concrete grabbed the attention of her friends, all turning their heads to admire the outfit Freya was sporting.

"You look so good," a chorus of compliments erupts from the three girls mouth all at once, they all give her wide smiles she slides into her seat at the back. "Everyone buckled up?" asks Maggie, the designated driver, despite already having had consumed alcohol. She was the most responsible amongst the four girls, so she was always chosen to take care. Everyone hums in approval for her to start going, the car picks up speed, as the group is speeding down the road.

Freya hears her phone buzz from inside her jacket pocket, going to fish it out, she clicks the button as the light flashes onto her screen as she sees it's just a stupid message from her brother, she scoffs at his contact. Shoving the phone back into her pocket, her instant scowl replacing her just before happy demeanor. She shrugs down in her seat, wanting to forget about her brother's text.

She listens into the conversation the three are having beside her. Elena, a giggly happy yet clinically braindead girl she had known for seven years, was obsessing over a boy she so desperately wanted to impress. She rolled her long blonde hair around her finger seductively, demonstrating how she would 'woo' the boy. Freya rolled her eyes at the obnoxiously cheesy comments she was making about him, Maggie simply nodded along whilst Gee, ( a more provocative, kinky type) was encouraging her to go at it, in typical firey red hair fashion. They both giggle together, their eyes practically already rolling back in pleasure, at just the thought of the boys.