film where the girl meets the boy of her dreams, they fall in love and live happily ever after. I am just about to get up and make a cup of tea when Jenny comes barrelling through the door and throws a bag in my face.
“Get up now,” she yells. “We are going out tonight and we are going to drink copious amounts of alcohol, hook up with some hot men and have a really great night. I’m sick of seeing them god damn pyjamas.” Jenny has been my best friend for what feels like forever. We met in our first year of college and we have been inseparable since. She knows almost everything there is to know about me and she can read me like a book. I glance towards the bag she has thrown on my lap. “Open it,” she shrieks. I look inside the bag, reaching in I pull out the most beautiful red dress I have ever seen, it’s a halter neck so it is has no back going all the way down to the top of where my bum would start. It’s stunning.
“Where did you get this from?”
“I’ve been to the Trafford Centre this morning, it was in the sale and I just knew it would look dazzling on you the moment I saw it. Plus it was a bargain, you know how I can’t resist a bargain.” It really is beautiful. I stand up and hold it out in front of me.
“It’s beautiful but I don’t think I’m in the mood to go out tonight, I’m happy to sit here in my PJs all week.” I really don’t want to go out. My mood has changed since my encounter with Damon on Wednesday and I know that I am slipping back into a state of depression. I know the signs, but I also know that Jenny can see the signs too and I know what she is trying to do. I love that she worries about me, but I need to sort this out on my own.
“I won’t take no for an answer, we are going out and that’s final. I’m going to make us some tea then we are pampering ourselves. I am going to do your hair and makeup perfect, you will look like a princess when I’m finished with you,” she squeals in delight, clapping her hands together. I let out a sigh, I know that there is no use fighting her on this one. Jenny has always gotten everything she has ever wanted, she has one of those pouty faces that will make everyone do as she says, it also makes men fall at her feet. We make tuna, pasta salad together and devour it whilst making plans. Afterwards Jenny starts prepping me for the night ahead. We enjoy a bottle of wine as we bathe, paint our nails, curl our hair and put on our makeup. I slip the dress on in my room, zipping it up at the side and turn around in the full-length mirror. ‘Is that really me?’ I murmur to myself. The dress fits perfectly, it hugs every inch of my too thin body. It stops just below my knee so it is still classy, I have found my hot red stilettos to match and they make my legs look longer. I turn to see the back and it’s none existent, the cut goes all the way down to my pert backside. I have to say I look stunning. My makeup has been done to match the dress, smouldering smoky black eyes and full pouty red lipstick. I have to say Jenny has outdone herself this evening, I feel like a princess. It’s amazing how a good bath and a bit of makeup can make you feel. This morning I looked like a sack of spuds, but tonight I could take on the world.
You’re still the same fucked up person Izzy, a bit of makeup won’t help that.
I try to quiet the neurotic voices in my head and head out into the living room. “Wow, you look absolutely gorgeous. If I didn’t like cock so much I would do you,” Jen gasps, as I enter the room. It’s a small flat but it’s our home, the walls are white and the carpet is duck egg blue, the couch is brown; a mixture of leather and fabric. We have a small dining table with two chairs that fit perfectly between the sofa area and the small kitchen island. It’s perfect for just the two of us.
“I feel gorgeous, you have really outdone yourself tonight, Jen.” I smile at her and it’s a genuine happy smile. She
“Get up now,” she yells. “We are going out tonight and we are going to drink copious amounts of alcohol, hook up with some hot men and have a really great night. I’m sick of seeing them god damn pyjamas.” Jenny has been my best friend for what feels like forever. We met in our first year of college and we have been inseparable since. She knows almost everything there is to know about me and she can read me like a book. I glance towards the bag she has thrown on my lap. “Open it,” she shrieks. I look inside the bag, reaching in I pull out the most beautiful red dress I have ever seen, it’s a halter neck so it is has no back going all the way down to the top of where my bum would start. It’s stunning.
“Where did you get this from?”
“I’ve been to the Trafford Centre this morning, it was in the sale and I just knew it would look dazzling on you the moment I saw it. Plus it was a bargain, you know how I can’t resist a bargain.” It really is beautiful. I stand up and hold it out in front of me.
“It’s beautiful but I don’t think I’m in the mood to go out tonight, I’m happy to sit here in my PJs all week.” I really don’t want to go out. My mood has changed since my encounter with Damon on Wednesday and I know that I am slipping back into a state of depression. I know the signs, but I also know that Jenny can see the signs too and I know what she is trying to do. I love that she worries about me, but I need to sort this out on my own.
“I won’t take no for an answer, we are going out and that’s final. I’m going to make us some tea then we are pampering ourselves. I am going to do your hair and makeup perfect, you will look like a princess when I’m finished with you,” she squeals in delight, clapping her hands together. I let out a sigh, I know that there is no use fighting her on this one. Jenny has always gotten everything she has ever wanted, she has one of those pouty faces that will make everyone do as she says, it also makes men fall at her feet. We make tuna, pasta salad together and devour it whilst making plans. Afterwards Jenny starts prepping me for the night ahead. We enjoy a bottle of wine as we bathe, paint our nails, curl our hair and put on our makeup. I slip the dress on in my room, zipping it up at the side and turn around in the full-length mirror. ‘Is that really me?’ I murmur to myself. The dress fits perfectly, it hugs every inch of my too thin body. It stops just below my knee so it is still classy, I have found my hot red stilettos to match and they make my legs look longer. I turn to see the back and it’s none existent, the cut goes all the way down to my pert backside. I have to say I look stunning. My makeup has been done to match the dress, smouldering smoky black eyes and full pouty red lipstick. I have to say Jenny has outdone herself this evening, I feel like a princess. It’s amazing how a good bath and a bit of makeup can make you feel. This morning I looked like a sack of spuds, but tonight I could take on the world.
You’re still the same fucked up person Izzy, a bit of makeup won’t help that.
I try to quiet the neurotic voices in my head and head out into the living room. “Wow, you look absolutely gorgeous. If I didn’t like cock so much I would do you,” Jen gasps, as I enter the room. It’s a small flat but it’s our home, the walls are white and the carpet is duck egg blue, the couch is brown; a mixture of leather and fabric. We have a small dining table with two chairs that fit perfectly between the sofa area and the small kitchen island. It’s perfect for just the two of us.
“I feel gorgeous, you have really outdone yourself tonight, Jen.” I smile at her and it’s a genuine happy smile. She
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