It's been a week. I'm eating a tub of ice cream in my room, the dim light of the TV causing me to squint my eyes.
I don't know what's worse, losing a friend or losing a fake boyfriend.
The door swung open, Carly strifes through. I ignore her, that is until she takes the tub of ice cream from my hands.
"Carlyyyyyyy." I whine. She rolls her eyes, walking to the curtains, before yanking them apart.
I screeched like a Bambi.
"Carlyyyyy, get out!" I throw a pillow at her, which she catches.
"Nope. We're going to show Payton what he's missing."
"I don't even care anymore." I cross my arms, glaring at her.
"Come on, let's get you ready." She pulls on my arm, tugging on it.
She turns to me and smiles. "Let's give you a makeover."
