"Ave, do you have your fake ID?" Harper asks me quietly as we step into her car. We were about to drive downtown and attend probably the biggest party of the year. It was always on new year's eve, that this club in LA threw a party and over the years it got so popular that even some celebrities showed up. The prizes for drinks also got higher over the years, but we saved up for this evening and it would be worth it, honestly.
"Yeah, you think they will let us in?" I ask.
"Sure, look at you." I'm wearing a short black dress with cut-outs on the sides of my waist, which makes me look rather skinny. Harper's wearing black leather leggings and a white v-neck shirt. It's quite casual, but she can wear anything. She always looks good, which I'm very jealous about. It took me about 2 hours to dress up like this and I still look like an eggplant next to her.
As we arrive at the club and park the car, I'm quite nervous because I didn't have a good feeling about this year, I don't know why, it's probably just because I'll be on my period in two days.
But tonight I won't care, I'm here to have fun, not to worry.
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