(A/N: Beth's dress in media)
BETH
Sometimes, you have to think about the pros and cons for every situation. You've got to weigh out your 'should I or should I not' debates in your head.
Right now, I wish I had followed my own advice.
"Oh I think this colour suits you much better! What do you think Parker?" Jazz questioned as she evaluated me and walked around me in a circle. Parker nodded his head, not looking up from his phone. Jazz looked at him and sighed before walking over to him and wacking his head. He yelped, clearly not expecting the slap.
"What did you do that for?" He exclaimed, rubbing his head. Jazzy ignored him before looking at me once again and clapping her hands in excitement.
I was wearing a plain black pleated dress. It was tight around the top half of my body, hugging my waist. It stopped mid-thigh, making me feel uncomfortable by the short length of the dress.
"Can I wear something longer?" I pleaded. Jazzy looked at me in disbelief and smacked my shoulder.
Why does she keep smacking everyone today?
"Beth, you look amazing! You have great legs, show them off" she comments, wiggling her eyebrows. I fake gag at her comment and sit down in the chair infront of my dresser. Jazzy starts curling my hair as she kicks Parker out the room and runs her mouth about the party.
About two hours ago, she burst through my door and scared me while I was watching The Fault In Our Stars. My tear stained face didn't quite help me argue against going to the party because I need to go out like ever other teenager and not grow up as a weird cat lady.
Her words, not mine.
"-like how can he be so stupid? She gave him so many chances and he- are you even listening Elizabeth?" She huffed. I winced at the use of my full name before looking at her through the mirror and giving her a sheepish smile. She rolled her eyes at me as she curled the last strand of my hair. She set down the curler and squealed before hugging me from the back. Before she could comment on my appearance, someone walked into the room.
"You look beautiful" Dylan grinned as he leaned against the wall, his arms crossed at his chest. He was dressed in a white wife beater and tight black jeans. His gaze flickered to Jazzy momentarily before returning to me. He pushed himself off the wall and walked towards us. As he opened his mouth to say something, I quickly got up, grabbed my flats and ran out the room.
"It's obvious that you guys need to work something out. Jazzy I'll be waiting in the living room when you're ready" I announced as I closed the door. I made my downstairs and plopped down on the sofa next to Parker who was currently watching a re run of an old football match. I let out a sigh before leaning towards Parker and resting my head on his shoulder. He draped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer.
We always did this. One of us would lean on the other and just sit there in silence or watch something together. He was practically my brother alongside Dylan.
"What's taking Jazz so long?" He complained after a few minutes of silence.
"I left her in the room with Dylan to sort out their problem. The googley-eyes they give each other makes me sick" Before Parker could say anything, the doorbell rung out of the blue, startling the both of us.
"Are your parents meant to be coming home today?" Parker questioned with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. I shook my head and slowly pull myself away from Parker to answer the door.
However, before I could get to the door, Dylan came tumbling down the stairs and ran towards the door.
"Beth go back I got it" he said nervously. I pretended to walk back to the living room while Dylan was looking at me but once he dashed towards the door, I turned around and walked closer to see who it is.
"Are you ready to go babe?"
Chloe Walker.
Are you shitting me right now?
"Uh yeah, let me just get something real quick" he said quickly and slammed the door in her face.
"Dylan why is she here?" He turned around with wide eyes at the sound of my voice.
"I don't know Beth" he mumbled, looking at the ground.
"We aren't exactly best friends that she came over for a sleepover. Cut the crap and tell me!"
"She's my date to the party okay? I invited her to make Jasmine jealous! Are you happy now?" He snapped and froze once he realised what he said. He cursed under his breath and opened the door again. Chloe immediately latched onto his arm and threw daggers at me with her eyes.
Dylan looked back at me for a split second before slamming the door shut in my face. I stood there, frozen until someone placed their hand on my shoulder.
"She heard everything" Parker whispered and turned me around gently by my shoulders.
There she was, standing in the middle of the staircase, a hand placed over her mouth to stop her sobs from escaping.
Jasmine had seen and heard everything.
"Jazzy, I'm s-"
"Parker, be my date to the party" she interupted, making us both gape at her. Parker stared at her with his mouth hung open as he tried to register what came out of Jazzy's mouth.
"Yo-you want me to b-be your da-date?" He sputtered. She nodded while wiping her tears away furiously.
"It doesn't mean anything I promise! I just want to show him that I can do something to piss him off too"
Lord, give my brother and my bestfriend the wisdom to be able to acknowledge each others true feelings.
Amen.
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*hides behind the screen* I updated? Wow, that's so surprising.
Sorry for the lack of updates but this past month has been hectic.
•school finished
•went on a holiday
•became really sick and nearly died (exagerration)
•came back and schools gonna start in a week (rip)
Hope you guys had an amazing holiday!
Bye my potatoes ❤
Rewritten 12/02/18
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