One Letter Away

Bad Idea

After doing each other's makeup, we all watched the season finale of Pretty Little Liars. It's been our favorite show ever since middle school. The Liars remind me of us because we always stick together and help each other out, even if it means dangerously. Zoey grabbed the remote and turned the TV off.

"Girls get your dresses ready because we are doing something new tonight." she said, getting up from the couch.

"What are we doing tonight?" asked Kayla.

"We are going to the club tonight."

"Wait, what?" Riley asked. She smokes but she'd never thought she'd do it at a night club.

"We have to be 21 or older to get in." explained Valentina. "Our fake IDs say that we're 18."

"Oh that's okay." Zoey said. She reached out of her back pocket to pull something out. "I asked Garrett to make new ones." She showed us the ID cards and waved them in the air.

"You what?" I asked, getting up from the couch to examine the ID cards. I still look the same but the ID says that I'm 23 years old. Works for me.

"Oh you are so bad." said Kayla, getting up after me along with Valentina and Riley. Valentina looked down at the cards.

"Why do I look like I was born in the 1950s?" she asked.

"Garrett photo shopped it." said Zoey. What kind of brother does Zoey have? Does he work for some type of company or something?

"My God!" exclaimed Riley.

"But I don't have a dress to wear." I said. If I had known we were going to a night club then I would've asked my mom for one of her Fashion Nova dresses.

"Yeah, me neither." said Kayla.

"Me neither." said Riley.

"Same here." said Valentina jumping in. Did anyone bring their dresses today?

"That's fine." said Zoey. "You guys can wear one of my dresses." We all looked at her like she was crazy. "C'mon, we all share the same size right?"

"Fine." I said. I can't believe I agreed to go to a night club while I have a fake ID that says I'm 23 when I am really 17 years old. What if we get caught by one of our parents? What if we get sent to jail? Or prison? You're doing it again, Emma. You are doing it again.

We all walked to Zoey's room while screaming the word "party" out loud. Zoey stuck her hand into her closet and grabbed out a long pink dress with silver sparkles on it.

"Nope, not that one." she said as she threw the dress in the air behind her. She stuck her hand back in and pulled out a long red dress with silver sparkles on the waist part. It was a really beautiful dress. She turned around to show me the dress.

"This one is perfect." she said walking towards me. She held the dress in front of me to see how it looks on me.

"I don't know if this is a good idea." I said.

"C'mon you would look amazing in this," she said. "You really want to let me down?" She stuck out her bottom lip and pinched her eyebrows. The puppy face always gets me. She does that so that she can get what she wants.

"Fine." I said, rolling my eyes backwards, laughing at her.

"All right." she said handing me the dress. "Put this on, find some heels, and we're out of here." I took the dress out of her hand. She walked out of the room. Maybe just to get one of her mom's dresses she wore on her first date out of her room. The rest of the girls are waiting for me in the living room. They'd already put on their dresses. Why am I always the last to do something? I slide my pants down and threw off my shirt. I also took off my bra because my dress doesn't have the shoulder part which is pretty sexy. I take the dress and stick my feet into the hole. I slid the dress onto my body and reached backwards to pull the zipper up which was extremely hard. I dug into Zoey's closet and found a pair of black 6-inch heels on the floor. I picked them up and slid them on my feet. I look like I'm getting for the senior prom. I stood up trying to see if I could walk in them. To test them out, I walked to the end of the bathroom. They were really hard to walk in but they were really worth the struggle.

I walked to the bathroom and grabbed my earrings. They were big and round with a silver shine to them. As I slid them in my ear lobe, Riley appears in the reflection of the mirror in front of me. She had on a sleeveless black dress that had a thigh split and went halfway up her legs. She looks at me in the reflection.

"You look beautiful." she complimented. What is up with her and these compliments?

"You told me that already."

"Yeah, because you are." Is she flirting with me? I slid on the second earring and took a long look in the mirror. Emma, you are a beautiful girl and you will have a great time tonight at a night club you're not even supposed to be at. Okay, this is a bad idea. I just have a bad feeling about this. What if we get caught? Calm down, Emma. It's just for one night.

"Will you hurry up?" yelled Valentina's voice probably coming from the living while the other girls are waiting for me.

"Coming!" I yelled back. Riley raised her hands up and laid them on my bare shoulders.

"Remember, you are looking like a goddess tonight and you have to promise me no boys." she said. It's a night club, Riley. What else do you expect to get from there.

"No boys." I repeated.

"All right now grab your handbag and lets get out of here." I grabbed my handbag which was next to he sink and walked out of the bathroom behind Riley. We walked out the hallway and entered the living room. The girls gasped at me in surprise.

"Is it just me or does she look super sexy?" asked Valentina.

"You look so pretty," complimented Kayla. It's a night club; not a wedding ceremony.

"Thank you," I said.

"All right, enough talking." said Zoey. "We have a party to go to."

"Single Ladies Club!" shouted Riley. So I guess it's a Single Ladies Night. No boys, just Whiskey and Rum. God, we are so bad. We should name our club "Bad Girls Club," even though that club was already started.

We walked to Zoey's car while screaming "Single Ladies Club." Sounds like a party already even though we aren't there yet. I still got a bad feeling about this idea. I'm not that nervous, but I'm a little paranoid. Keep your shit together, Emma.