When The Sun Goes Down.

Chapter 3

Finally work has finished and it has been the longest day ever. I've noticed, when I'm really looking forward to something after work, like the concert tonight, the day seems to go at a pace of 1MPH.

I finally get home and I excitedly fling open the door to see Amelia flicking through our Arctic Monkey CDs.

"I was thinking about putting a CD on to get us in the mood!" She says- "But I can't decide which one."

I pop my Michael Kors hand bag down on the the chair and walk over to Amelia, who is standing next to the large stereo below the window.

I take the pile off her, flicking through them and hand her the latest one- AM.

"Let's put this one on, seen as it it the AM concert!" I say with a grin on my face.

"You always have good ideas." She replies .

10 minutes pass and I walking to my bedroom to start getting ready.

I get in the shower and wash my hair and clean myself. I get out wrap a towel round my body and make a towel turban on my head.

I get dry, put my pastel turquoise silk dressing gown on, take my town turban of my head a begin drying my hair.

One I finish drying it, it's 5:45 so I begin curling it again like this morning but this time little ringlet curls instead of large curls.

Once my hair is finally done, I go on to my make up. I added some basic foundation all over my face and neck, concealer under my eyes and on my spots, some pink blusher, I draw on my eyebrows nice and shaped (as I hardly have any naturally), some golden eyeshadow that is barley noticeable, some black winged cat eye eyeliner, some basic black mascara, red lipstick and finally lip gloss.

By now it's half past 6 and the doors open at 7 so I need to hurry up.

I quickly put on my new pale indigo, Lacey bra and knickers, white AM Arctic Monkeys T-shirt, dark blue Levi jeans, block heeled Chelsea boots, black leather jacket, Rose gold Michael Kors watch and some other Rose gold jewelry.

I run out of my bed room putting my purse, phone and keys in my bag.

When I get in to the living room I see Amelia sitting on the sofa. As soon as she sees me she stands up.

She was wearing white jeans, a white AM Arctic Monkeys with 3/4 black sleeves,her cleavage is showing a lot,a long black coat, black wedges, black jewlery, a black bag and her long blond hair waving down to her elbows.

"You look gorgeous!" She says to me.

"Says you! Your hair looks amazing lovely!" I say back

Amelia is stunning. She has bleach blonde hair and hazel eyes. Her natural hair is brown because every now and then her roots come through and she needs to dye her hair again. She is taller than me and she has long legs. Her skin is a lot more tanned than mine, being Irish, I'm pretty pale. She has thin eyebrows that she has an obsession with plucking and her figure is amazing. She has big boobs and there not real at all. Because they are large and very very fake, she likes to show them off.

"Thank you!" She replied and we both run out the door, locking up behind us.