Enchanted

Elliptical

http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=53563151 - Libby

http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=53563551 - Kerensa

“Kerensa, pass the mascara” I heard Libby say as the two of them are staring into my bedroom mirror while getting ready for tonight.

“Dessirrea, why don’t you have any makeup on?” Kerensa noted as she passed a orange tube Libby’s way.

“You know that I don’t wear makeup” I fit in before they were back to their routine. Kerensa and Libby loved make-up. Don’t get me wrong, they applied it very well on themselves, but I was never one for makeup. For some reason, I never really got into that. It could possibly be because I can’t stand having anything that close to my eyeballs, or it could be that when I wear makeup, my acne breaks up so bad that I feel like a pizza face.  No, I don’t wear makeup, and I plan on keeping it that way.

As the girls are putting on their makeup, I sit on my bed and flip through magazines that I own. Anyone can tell which ones I read more often though...  it seems that all the ones that feature One Direction look VERY used, as if they’re antiques. Yeah yeah yeah, I know what everyone thinks of me. People think I’m the crazy fangirl who obsess over the 5 boys. To be honest, I’m NO where close. Yeah, I follow all their twitters, I own their album and their books. I ordered their DVD... and... well yes... I did spend nearly $400 dollars for backstage passes and a front row seat to their concert, but that doesn’t make me obsessed! At least I don’t have to get yelled at by Liam on twitter, because I’m coming to his house at 11 PM, knocking fanatically on his front door and shoving letters underneath it. I’m really not that bad. Yes, I love them all, but I’m not obsessed. I will say though, I find myself attached to one of them more than the others...

...curly hair, dimples, green eyes, converse, blazers, beanies, the whole 10 yards. Everything about him is dear perfection in my eyes. Too bad there are over 7 million girls who think the same thing....

“Are you honestly reading that magazine... AGAIN?” I hear Libby say as I feel a slight indent on the left corner of my bed. I look up at her, and gosh she looks gorgeous. But, when doesn’t my ginger friend look gorgeous? Her shoulder length orange hair has been straightened. I love when she does that, it brings out her wonderfully round facial structure. Libby decided to pull a teal night with her black and teal dress, black and teal stilettos, teal clutch, and her new necklace. “Oh, shut up. This one of the newer ones...” I say before I try to change the subject.

“Kerensa, turn around. I want to see what you look like!” I yell over to my blonde best friend. I noticed that she had curled her blonde locks. The length of her hair was past her breasts and it was absolutely beautiful. As she spins, her purple Peacock embroidered tulle skirt flies up making her look like a ballerina. I notice that she’s wearing a pair of purple stilettos that have a black bow on the toe.

“My god, you both look gorgeous” I say as I smile at my girlfriends. They’ve been there for me since I started high school, and I can’t believe that it is almost over. I mean, I am so proud of them for making it into Yale, but fuck does it suck that my two best friends are leaving for the same college, at the same time, and are leaving me in the middle of bum fuck nowhere till I leave for England in August. I notice that they both have slight tears in their eyes as they look at eachother, then look back at me.

“So... this may sound a little weird, since its YOUR birthday. But, Kerensa and I talked about it together, and we know how much you love One Direction... so both her and I bought tickets that we found out are RIGHT behind yours to the concert. I mean, we aren’t the biggest fans of One Direction, but it kinda gave us an excuse to visit you, and we rarely get to see you happy... and we know that June 26th is going to be the best night of your life and we wanted to share it with you” I stare at Libby as she is talking to me, and I can feel my mouth curving into a gigantic smile.

“OH. MY. FUCK! You guys, really? That means I will be able to get ready with you guys, and be able to drive with you guys, and be able to wait in line with you guys, and be abl-” I say until Kerensa puts her palm over my mouth.

“Yes. Now, shush! Look at the time! Our ride should be here any minute, and we NEED to take pictures!” I nod to Kerensa because I know she is right. Thank god I’m actually happy right now and have a smile on my face. I’m not good with pictures; I always fake smile and it’s common for me to look like I just smelled something horrid.

****

We arrive at Elliptical at 11 PM, right when the doors open. As I step out of Libby’s 1986 rag top volkswagen cabriolet, I notice that there is a line wrapped all around the octagon-shaped building, and up the side street behind it.

“Holy Shit” I say as I wait for Libby and Kerensa get out of the car, parked in the V.I.P parking spot in front of the club. As Libby locks the doors, we step onto the cement sidewalk and walk up to the front of the line. I look at the security guard and he automatically knows who I am... which actually sorta freaked me out.

“Welcome Dessirrea” He smiled and opens the velvet ropes to the club. I can hear the whining of over 100 females, and maybe 50 guys as we are the first to be let in. Libby, Kerensa and I walk into the darkened room, that is only lit by the center chandelier and the blue rope lights that line the edges of the ceiling. We are led by the cocktail waitress to our VIP section. The moment I look at our new hangout place for the evening, my jaw drops.

All I can see is a balcony that is held up by two marble columns. We walk up the spiral staircase and step into our seating area. There are 3 red velvet chairs set up around a marble table with a waterfall centerpiece.

“This is your area for the night. No one will be allowed up without your permission, you may invite one guest per person onto this balcony. The mini-fridge is to your left, where you will find a selection of water, soda, and lemonade as you have requested. This is Josh, your security guard. He will stand at the bottom of the staircase, making sure that any uninvited guests will be kindly escorted out of the club. If you need anything, ask him and he will call for me. Enjoy your evening ladies” We all thank the waitress and wave her goodbye as she walks down the spiral staircase and towards the bar on the main floor.

“You ready for a great night, babes?” I hear Libby say, as I am grabbing a water out of the mini fridge. I take a sip of the ice cold liquid, put the lid on the bottle and smile, “Fuck yeah, Lets go dance!”