Just a list of random one shots, suggestions and requests very welcome!
Contains fluff, smut and many more good things in life*
Names of the female character (point of view) are completely random so feel free to change them to yours while reading...
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I've never been to a house party before. Well, maybe to my neighbor Jack's cosy suburban house; but never at a 5-bedroom mansion in the hills with two pools and a hot tub.
My family is pretty normal; average even. My dad is the manager of our local Best Buy and my mom teaches a yoga class at her studio. We live in a nice neighborhood and share a bathroom. I grew up having everything I wanted and I'm proud to say I'm not a demanding person. I'm thankful to my parents every day.
They really went the extra mile to get me into one of the best schools in the city; even my grandparents helped.
My schoolmates were used to a lavish life; designer clothes, expensive jewelry and cars, living in mansions, traveling the world and all that jazz. The most valuable and pricy thing I ever owned was a laptop, so you can imagine how hard it was for me to make friends.
The reason I'm telling you all this is Mikayla. She's my best friend.
She noticed how isolated I was, so she took a seat next to me, greeting me.
It's how it all started; with a simple hello.
Her parents are very well off; dad's a lawyer whose clients also include celebrities and mom owns a couple of beauty salons in the city.
But she's different. They all are.
Neither of us have any siblings, which is why we connected on a whole another level, to the point that we're pretty much inseparable. Just that she drives the new Mercedes and I own a small Honda.
She invited me to a party at one of the mansions in the hills; her father's client was throwing a summer get-together and she insisted on me coming along.
I tried getting out of it but she convinced me otherwise.
It was fine when we were hanging out at her house; I've been there a million times.
But mixing with a new crowd; it wasn't my cup of tea. Still, I gave it a chance. We can always just leave.
I was sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at the closet mirror.
Sometimes I felt weird and uncomfortable; I don't wear designer clothes, never have. If I had more money I would probably spend it on something useful, like my college fund, a nice apartment or something.
I snapped out of my daydreaming and grabbed a white long-sleeved cropped semi turtleneck top and some thicker black leggings.
