Just Pretending [Discontinued]

"At least I don't buy clothes in the man section!"

I woke up suddenly, almost screaming as well.

Panting like a running fat lady, I stopped myself realizing it a just a dream, a very horrible vivid dream... Or as it's commonly called: Nightmare.

The worst part of it? I could still remember it all! It was a dark stormy night and the only thing on TV was.... THE X-FACTOR! Could it get worse? Of course it could! Rebecca Black was singing on the show!

I know like Worst. Dream. Ever.

I got up to not see what I expected.

To be a bit more precise, I didn't see Ella sleeping next to me. What I did see, was a bunch of clothes harshly thrown across my bed.

"What the hell is this?" I muttered under my breath. Re-scanning my room, looking for a clue of what happened before I woke up.

Then, a fully dressed Ella appeared in my door, holding a mug of what I assumed was hot chocolate or coffee.

"Do you  have any idea of why there is a re-creation of world war one on my bed?" I asked incredulous and with evident sarcasm.

"In fact, I do" She responded in a very menace manner.

"Then mind explaining?" I shot back, giving her The Look.

"Well, miss bad-humor , I was picking your clothes for the day!" She replied setting her mug on the desk and leaning against the same.

I know she said shed help me pick my clothes for my fancy weekend, but I think I can take the job tank you very much.

"And why would I , Justice Jane Jaffrey , need your help?"

I said, not bothering to get up from my very comfortable bed.

"At least I don't buy clothes in the man section " She laughed at the memory

"It was one time" I cried in despair "Besides, it was a nice shirt" I murmured lowering my head in shame.

"Very nice indeed" She stated clearly trying to hide her laughter.

What a nice friend I have, mocking me at every opportunity!

"Whatever Ella. Now seriously, why are you messing up my clothing items?" I asked again.

"You have a date, and I have a good sense of fashion." She showed me an outfit and I shook my head at the horrible clothes she had showed me.

I need to go on a shopping spree. Again.

And as if reading my mind she said "You need to go on a shopping spree" she paused "again".

Well that's just creepy! Let's put her skills to test.

"What number am I currently thinking of?" I said looking at her receiving a rather funny look.

"I don't know!" after some good five or six minutes of staring (creepy staring if I may add) she finally said "Thirty-two".

"Nope twenty-three"

"Well, I guess I'm not telepathic"

Before I could shout that I'm better than her (unfortunately it doesn't happen as often as I would enjoy) she said "I've got it"

"You've got what?" I inquired puzzled

She is so random she pus the 'wheel of fortune' to shame.

"The clothes you're gonna wear silly. What else would it have been? A solution for your dad's hair problem?"

My mom should really stop saying I'm the weird one. But then again, I was the one who was bitten by  a chicken. A dead one. Don't ask, some things are much better buried in the depths of our minds, sort of where I put all the school work.

I am most certainly a terrible student.

"Just look at it!" she said laying a outfit in my still-to-be-made bed.

"What the bananas? How did you find that in MY closet? Is there like, a secret passage to a Narnia made of clothes or something?"

Now that I come to think of it, that is a silly question. There can't be Narnia in my closet, I've tried to access one many times before, I would've found it by now.

The so said outfit consisted of a lace dress. It had a flowery patter. It was see-trough but the flowers where white, covering the whole dress. The bottom was juts more layers of the same style and it ended just above my knee.

The shoes she chose to go with it where see-trough as well, with the same flowery patter. The heels weren't too high, they where just perfect.

"Well" she started "I was walking trough your closet, ans saw this big bag saying 'Angela picks' in your cousins perfect hand-writing. Right under it it was written 'BURN' in your writing." I blushed a bit.

Why would I want to burn THAT beauty? Meh, I guess I just felt like it at the time.

Must have been my 7th grade Emo phase.

"Me being me, I opened it up and saw all of this... this.. BAM!" She answered proudly.

She did a little victory dance on the spot. Wait.

"Houston we have a problem"

"Roger that, erm, spaceman. Mind reporting what it is?"

"I can't believe I'm nervous about something so futile" I half-laughed half-cried.

Oh yes, Junior knows a smart word. Don't get used to it.

"Speak up woman!" She said shaking me awake.

"I'm staying there for a whole weekend, not just a day. And I really doubt you can find any other clothes like this in my wardrobe."

She calmed down and gave the my-dear-friend-I'm-more-awesome-then-you-give-me-credit-for look.

I was about to make a remark, but she put down 3 other outfits in my bed. 3 equally amazing outfits.

"Now that we've got that covered, anything else you might want your highness?" She crossed her arms and smirked at me.

"We'll, I have 4 hours and 11 minutes until Robert The idiot comes to pick me up. What about you do my make-up and hair?"

"I though you never asked" She replied enthusiastically

Here we go.

Hello everyone, I dearly apologize for my late update. Is just that I am the biggest procrastinator you will ever meet. I promise to try and update more frequently. I want to dedicate this to the girl who inspired me to write this story in particular.
Hugs, kisses and lay down and think about what you have to do instead of actually doing it with me?