One Night || Shawn Mendes ||

16

Three Months Later.

It's been three months since I saw Shawn.

Two months since I left my job on sabbatical, and I went I my first ever soul searching trip.

It took a lot for me to finally decide that, I also lost a lot of friends along the way.

It's funny how the moment you start finding yourself you start realizing who is and isn't there for you. It hurts but everyday you move more and more away from that pain and step into a much happier place.

This is what I needed, what I wanted.

To find myself, who I was without others defining me in some way.

Today's my birthday and I'm currently in LA at the request of my best friend who has planned the best birthday gift ever!

It feels weird being in LA after spending all my time in different cities and counties learning new things.

"Hey, how's it feel to be back with us peasants?" Vanessa asked nudging me out of my current train of thought.

I smiled looking at her, "It's weird, but it'll take time." I said sipping my mimosa slowly looking out the glass window of her kitchen. The view of the LA City was her background and it was beautiful from up here of course.

"Well get used to it baby, tonight's gonna be amazing!" She sung nudging me again as she took a long gulp of her mimosa.

Vanessa hadn't changed much in the sense that she was still the life of the party and daring as always. Only now she had a penthouse condo over looking the LA city thanks to her becoming a huge YouTube sensation for her make up videos and fashion hauls.

She was loving her "famous" lifestyle and of course I was happy for her always but that just wasn't for me anymore, or ever honestly. I didn't like all the parties, drinking and mingling with the famous people they just came with too much baggage for me to take on. The paparazzi, the fans it was just all a lot for me to even look at from a distance. I have anxiety just thinking about it!

I shook my head to get it out of my thoughts.

"Yeah I hope it isn't over the top Nessa, honestly." I said eyeing her.

She covered her pink glossy lips hiding the evident smirk on her face.

"Sure." She hummed as she flipped her red curly hair.

I knew she wasn't listening to anything I was saying and that annoyed me tremendously.

But of course I blew it off and just mentally prepared myself for whatever she had up her sleeve.

A few hours later.

As I looked at myself in the mirror inspecting the third outfit I had tried on in the last hour. I sighed and smiled in small approval.

I wasn't used to being dressed in this type of way anymore but it's LA and Vanessa demanded that I get back to my old fun loving self, whatever that meant.

So here I am dressed in an all black dress with a slit on my leg traveling just a few inches off my booty, the neckline was low cut and I had some unpleasant cutlets to hold my breast in place. My hair was straight and the make up was minimal with a red lip of course.