Bare

eleven - friends (part one)

Julian

I once read that not believing in God is correlated with being disappointed by your parents.

Your parents are naturally the first people you ever look up to, the people who teach you the base of your beliefs.

Having your trust broken by them makes you doubt everything they've ever taught you, including the presence of an all mighty God supposed to be perfect.

Was I an atheist because of the major disappointment that is my father? Or was it because of my mother who seems to not understand what being a mother is?

Maybe. It made sense, didn't it?

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Livia POV

"I didn't hear you, repeat." I sandwich the phone between my ear and my shoulder.

"What are you gonna wear?" Noor asks.

"I have no fucking idea."

"Wear the sexy black dress." Zen interjects, his voice a bit distant.

I was on a call with Noor, which is basically equivalent to a conversation between Noor and me with random comments coming from Zen if he's listening.

"I'm going to a formal event Zen, not a club."

"How about the fluffy pink dress?" Noor suggests.

"Not a 5 year old birthday party." I immediately dismiss the idea, spotting the dress she was talking about while going through my closet.

"Wait wait, how about the white dress you bought from the mall once but never wore?"

"Zen baby, you're a genius." I compliment him excitedly, searching for the dress he just reminded me of.

It's a strapless white fairy dress with sharp cuts at the end that reach my knees. I match it with a pair of golden heels.

"Now, about your makeup..." Noor interjects but I'm momentarily distracted from what she's saying when I receive another call.

"Hold on, Julian's calling."

"Your date, right?" Zen steps in, curiosity in his tone.

Julian and I agreed that he'd pick me up and we'd leave together which peaked at Noor and Zen's curiosity who weren't used to me being escorted by someone other than William.

"Hold on a sec." I put our group call on hold and answer Julian's call.

"What?"

"What are you gonna wear?" He goes straight to the point, unfazed by my non-existent greeting.

"Do you actually care or are you just bored?"

"A bit of both." He chuckles and I could picture the grin on his face.

"A white dress. You?"

"No idea. You could help."

"Last time I checked, I don't live in your closet so I don't really know how I could help." I reply sarcastically while going through my makeup palettes.

"Ugh, remind me why you're being a bitch again?" He groans into the phone.

"It's in the genes, I don't need a reason." I grin mischievously.

"You definitely failed biology class in high school, right?"

"Shut up and snap a few pictures of the outfits you have in mind, send them to me and I'll choose." I conclude knowing he's gonna procrastinate choosing his clothes to the last minute. "Now kindly fuck off."