friends.

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Friends are one of the things I love and despise the most. They annoy and love you at the most unexpected and expected times and you hate and love them for it. But this is quite different from other best friends. I COMPLETELY despise her basically my whole life.

I hate her secretly. My hatred is so secretive that even my pet frog doesn't know. Not that I have one but this proves that not even the non existing in my life knows. I guess those acting classes paid off really well. I did not underestimate Ms. McLory when she said acting could be "useful" in the future.

Who knew I would use it my whole life?   My best friend that is the most unbelievable human being ever born, is The Lauren Walter whose ocean blue eyes seemed like a China doll's and her skin was pale perfectly and just gives spotlight to her impossibly long eyelashes, and eyebrows which people say are "on fleek". Dirty blonde hair showered her head and fell down in soft waves which stopped by her waist.

While I, Riley Stones, stand beside her, with unexplainable light brown hair which is kept straight and stopped by my waist. My skin was I guess, my most amazing asset, as it was perfectly tanned. But my eyes were horrifically grey, filled with dullness and sadness caused by The Great Depression. Meaning I have been depressed okay? I wasn't born in BC.

My lips were too big for my liking, and very dry. Explains why I have to wear lipstick everyday. My dimple was too much on the right and too deep that when I smile, it's like someone poked the end of a pencil on my cheek for too long and left a mark for years.

All in all, I look horrendous. I looked like a ragged doll compared to my over perfect friend, Lauren who was a Malibu babe.

Let's say I am a trash can babe. Cue pissed face.

Everyone adored her, worshipped her, and guys even drool at her sight! I thought it was the other way around. Guess that proved me wrong. Guys could also drool over girls. People also noticed me, but not as much as Ms. California girl here.

I envy her a lot even if she says she is not perfect which makes me envy her more. I mean, how could such a gorgeous thing like her not even see how amazing she looked?

I just hate it when-

"Riles! Lauren is here!" Mom said interrupting my morning ramble. This happens every morning. My eyes flutter open and my head starts rambling on how perfect my best friend is and how pathetic I look. My usual mornings go like this and I never had a peaceful one.

The mornings where there are no Lauren Walter thoughts lingering in my mind. I could not focus on the sunshine shining by my white silk curtain or how my dog always licks my face to wake me up. Yes I have a dog not a frog.

His name is Ace. Best dog I ever had in years, along side all my other dogs. Ace stood out the best.

Ace' teeth but into my jumper, tugging on it to tell me it's time to get off the bed and face the day. Probably add "ignore Lauren's beautiful face" to his telepathy messages to me using his large adorable eyes.

A groan escaped me and decided to just stand up, stretching as I do so. I hear an upbeat song playing softly at the house beside mine. Oh and guess who's house is it? Yes it's Lauren! She probably left the music on again. One of her bad habits that no one knows but me. Removing all my clothes, I hop into my shower, quickly getting wet by warm water and it made me relax for a bit. Till Lauren's shriek was heard from my bedroom door just outside the bathroom. "Riles! Come on! We're gonna be late!" She exclaimed pounding on the bathroom door. I choose to ignore her like how I do every morning and continued to dry my hair.

I wasted minutes and minutes in struggling to curl my hair because I am so sorry that I am not in good terms with my curling iron unlike other people outside my bathroom, who is now sitting on my bed, probably texting her effing boyfriend on why we are going to be late today. After settling in with my hair, I looked in the mirror and saw that I have done actually quite good with my hair and I was more than proud. This is the best curling I have done so far.

Satisfied, I transferred across the bathroom to my large walk in closet with Lauren hot on my heels. Happens every time again, she always picks my outfit. Although at times we argue because of this and when we do, she walks away, I dress as I want to, drive myself to school, to see her apologizing profusely to me in front of a lot of people.

"Oh! You should wear this!" She said holding up an off shoulder maroon top I have hidden beneath trees of other clothing and accessories. "You never told me you had this!" She now held up the top to her chest and looked at my enormous mirror, examining how it looked on her. "Wear this with your high waisted shorts and black wedges! I'll do your makeup!" Lauren grabbed my shorts, my makeup box, and a bunch of accessories for me to choose and wear from.

I have everything, the house, the clothes, the makeup, accessories but I would always wonder why was I born with the face I have today. As I sat down in front of my mirror which had light bulbs framing it, Lauren leaned down and smiled at me. "I know the perfect makeup for this outfit."

At that, she does her magic.

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"You look smoking!" Lauren squealed, applying a last stroke of my NYX Transylvania lipstick on my lips. I got to admit, her magic works wonders and I could never reach her standards which makes me frustrated more than how I already am.

Lauren has done my smokey eye amazing and it matches my now dark violet lips with diamond earrings. 

She had her own style. Lauren's outfit was light and cheery filled with loads of bright colors. Mainly yellow, pink and orange. Her pink flowy skirt that stopped just mid-thigh was topped with a yellow silk blouse and her shoes was peach orange sandals. Her makeup was also light and that is where I love her.

Lauren never wears too much makeup unless it's a special occasion. She believes in natural beauty and I adore her for that, now just thinking about it, I hate myself for adoring her at all. She still did something that changed both of us forever without even knowing.

My mind darkens as the thought came. What she did was indescribable that it should never be spoken of. If I do, I might commit murder and have a police record in such a young age.

Calm down Riley, this is your last year of ever facing her. No more Lauren in 3 months. You will survive this. Just 3 more months.