Unconditionally, Inevitably, Forever Yours.

Never Again.

Side picture of Brianna Smith played by the wonderful Kaya Scodelario!-->

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"Are you legitimately asking me to wear this? It makes me look like a hooker!" I complained to Brianna, who was scrutinizing my outfit she had lent me. Which was awfully nice of her, although, the band T-Shirts of her's that I did actually like apparently weren't 'Party Friendly'.

Meaning they weren't slutty enough.

So here I was, standing in front of Brianna's mirror in her bedroom in a figure-hugging, short red maxi dress that accentuated all of my barely-existent curves.

Being the type of person to wear jeans and ratty clothing; modeling something as sexy as this dress was disturbing. It made me feel dirty.

"Stop moaning. Imagine all the guys' attention you'll get wearing that!" Brianna chastised. She didn't understand my pain. She was dressed in a sophisticated black number. Hugging her curves in all the right places but not looking tight.

"But I don't want any attention!" I grumbled, "I am totally fine just wearing your Nirvana shirt, in fact, I'd like that a lot!"

"You can't wear the Nirvana shirt to a party. It's not appropriate. It's only for one night. If it makes you feel any better; I won't leave your sight, I'll be right by you in case any college pervert tries to kiss you, deal?"

I gulped. "There'll be college dudes?"

"Of course there will." She dismissed the topic of college dudes like it was no big deal, which I guess it wasn't. "Now shut up and do your makeup."

"Makeup!? You're asking way too much of me now!" I practically wailed. She gave me a look that clearly said, 'Seriously dude? Shut up.'

"Sit down. I'll do it." She gestured for me to take a seat in a cushioned chair in front of her mirror. I eyed it suspiciously and weighed out my options. Then realizing that under Brianna's intense glare, I didn't have another option. So begrudgingly, I plopped down on the seat.

"You know, I really didn't have you down as a makeup expert." I muttered, observing Brianna's extensive collection of makeup.

"I don''t know whether to be offended by your statement, so I'm just gonna pretend you never said it. So, tell me about yourself."

"Excuse me?" I spluttered. I was fully aware as to what she just said, I just didn't want to acknowledge it.

"I said; Tell me about yourself.It turns out we barley know one-another. I should've probably asked you before I invited you into my house. You may be an axe-wielding murderer for all I know."

"Don't worry yourself. I'm not gonna pull out my tomahawk and throw it at your chest or anything." I replied inconspicuously.

"So..." She inquired, gesturing for me to close my eyes before applying a nude colour to my lids.

"So what?" I played the ignorance card. April's Advice #1: To avoid a sensitive subject; play dumb.

She gave me yet another look of annoyance and I let out a sigh of resign.

I can leave out a couple details. right?

"My parents died in a car crash 6 months ago. I'm an only child and didn't really have any relatives remaining. So, that's when I found out my Dad had a brother, and my Uncle took me under his wing and I moved here."  Brianna didn't give me her condolences- which I was thankful for for 2 reasons. 1) I don't want people's pity. I don't want them to apologize for a death that they had no resemblance to, and 2) I didn't want to feel anymore guilt for lying to her.