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(10) 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘭 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴

*potentially triggering content, read at your own discretion*

It was Friday again. And that meant it was student night. Like the week before, Emma and I were singing along to our favourite songs once again. We had listened to Led Zeppelin on repeat for about an hour when I suggested we listened to the new Jackson 5 record.

"Why do you like them so much?" Emma asked, coating mascara on her eyelashes.

"I don't know, their music is so light-hearted. It's easy to sit and listen to." I shrugged, applying the third coat of mascara, my eyelashes well and truly volumized. This was one of the only times I actually wore a full face of make-up: when we were going out. I seriously went all out – eyeliner, bronzer, everything. But I made sure to make it look extra nice that nice.

It was just fact that Northern girls scrubbed up better than Southerners. Fucking shoot me, but we didn't have time to do a full face of make-up just to walk the dogs. When we got ready, we got ready.

Whilst my mascara dried, I went over to the small case on top of Emma's piano (yes, she had a piano. Hence why she was a broke bitch). I pulled out the Jackson 5 record I saved up to buy a week before, admiring the artwork on the cover of it. It was their new studio album 'Lookin' Through the Windows'. I especially loved their Marvin Gaye cover of 'Ain't Nothing Like the Real Thing'.

After I put it on and the music started playing, I smiled to myself, wandering back over to the mirror, readying my bronzer. I contoured my face in the right places, making my face look slimmer than it actually was.

"That Michael kid is proper talented. I wouldn't be surprised if he did solo shit when he's older. I bet he could be really popular." I said, lifting half of my hair up into a ponytail, whilst the other half hung freely like it usually did. It emphasised the volume of my hair, once again making my face look smaller than it was.

"Do you not think we should be talking about Queen right now? You know, since we're literally about to go see them perform again." Emma raised her eyebrow, tilting her head to the side. "I see you and Brian are getting friendly."

I sighed, glancing at her as I smoothed out my hair. "And...? We might be getting a little friendly, he's a nice lad." I shrugged.

"Listen, Maria..." Emma started, walking over to me, leaning on the wall. "You know I love you. And if you like Brian, it's okay. It really is. I know you're sensitive, and innocent as fuck. But you're 22 and you're in University. It's time to have a bit of fun. And I don't mean sleep around, I just mean let go a little. It's normal."

I just looked at her straight in the eye, trying to find any signs of her joking. But she wasn't. She was being serious. I inhaled slowly, looking at myself in the mirror.

"Unless Brian turns out to be a cunt. In that case, he'll have a date with my fists." Emma pulled me into a tight hug, squeezing me. She always gave really good hugs. "By the way, you look fucking hot." She grinned at me, returning to her actions beforehand.

"Thanks." I laughed, looking down at my attire. I'd tried something different for a change. I wasn't wearing jeans for a change. This time, I'd gone for more of a linen material. They were flares, of course, and they were a salmon pink with a white random pattern all over. My shirt was also a thin material, probably not the best for that type of weather but I had to stay true to my outfit. It was an off the shoulder shirt, also a button up. I was feeling extra confident that night and I decided to tie the hem of the shirt, so I was showing some skin. I pulled out the only pair of heels I owned, and I contemplated for a hot minute whether or not it was a good idea to wear them.

"Fuck it," I mumbled, slipping them on. They weren't extremely high, three inches at most, but this outfit needed a bit of heel to top it off.