My first- A Michael Clifford Fan Fiction

Chapter 3

I stepped aside as Everett began pulling out clothes from the bag on her shoulder.

"I'm still kinda freaking out that Ashton invited me. I mean yeah he invited almost every girl in school, but I swear our hands touched a little and I have a really good felling about tonight..."
"Everett stop rambling" I said cutting her off. I seemed to shake her out of her daze as she looked me up and down .

"What the fuck are you wearing?" She asked.

"A shirt and sweat pants? Does this look bad or something?" I asked defensively.
"No, well I mean, you look fine, but you could look better. Come here" Everett began throwing clothes at me, while she managed to loosely curl my unmanageable dirty blonde hair. Everett took a step back after finishing my makeup with a proud look on her face.

"Damn I didn't know you could look hot" she said winking.

"Shutup and grab your keys" I said looking in the mirror. Everett did make me look good, but making me hot didn't seem possible. She dressed me in blue skinny jeans, a white lace tank top, and ankle boots that looked like they belonged to Blake Lively.

I stared out the passenger window of Everette's car as we drove to the party. She blasted music that was a little too loud, but I was thankful it was loud enough to mask her singing.
"Holy shit we are here" she squealed while putting the car in park. She took one last look in the rear view mirror before re-applying lipgloss and getting out of the car. I sighed and half jogged to catch up with her.