Kristen's outfit is on the side (or top)
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Seeing as I had no choice, which was probably just a lie to get myself to go but I didn't really care, I headed inside and looked through my closet, pulling out clothes and tossing them onto the bed, nothing seemed right. Especially because I didn't know exactly where I was going to be headed, I mean, of course I knew it was a party but I didn't know whose party, didn't know where the party was. I didn't know anything about it.
I finally found something I thought would work, a small dark red crop top and a floral skirt. I zipped up the front of the shirt, before looking in the mirror. I paused, hoping that this would look good enough. Having already showered, I grabbed my makeup bag, figuring that I should put some on.
Grabbing my phone, I played music, singing along quietly as I applied the eye liner and mascara, then moving to add lipstick. It wasn't much, but it was enough for me. I checked the time on my phone, 7:38 it read. I wasn't quite sure why I started getting ready so early, but I did and now I couldn't do anything about it.
I sit down on my bed, grabbing my laptop and messing around on Tumblr for a while before starting to get hungry.
(AN I know its v v v short and i apologize for that but I wanted to save the rest for another chapter so this is sort of a filler, aka, uneeded bit I wanted to write it and yeah)
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