It was that time of year again, Jennifer Lopez's annual Halloween party. Last year, you had gone with your girlfriend and it had been one of your fondest memories together. You were also meant to be spending this one together, matching costumes and all but considering the two of you had broke up, only a week ago, those plans were most obviously cancelled.
You hadn't spoken since your last fight and you were still mad at her and visa versa, so you didn't even bother contacting her. You knew it would only result in another screaming match.
Instead, you spent me last week moping in bed, not caring for Halloween, which was usually one of your favourite holidays of the year.
However, you're moping had been cut short when your friends had come round and demanded you stop feeling sorry for yourself, get a new Halloween outfit and go with them to Jen's party.
"Y/N, come on! It'll take your mind off things."
"She's friends with Jennifer, she'll be there. I'm surprised I haven't been uninvited."
"Of course you haven't! I spoke to Jen and she wants you there. She's sad to hear about the two of you but she said to come! Come on Y/N! It'll take your mind off things, a few drinks, some socialising! We can even get a late night Taco Bell! You love midnight takeaway runs!"
"I just don't feel up to it. What if she's there? I know her friends and they're probably doing the exact same thing right now."
"Yeah, probably. However, I happened to bump into Jeremiah last week and may or may not have him design the most perfect costume for you. If she's there, she's gonna drop when she sees you. Maybe you can find a new hottie-"
"Nope. I am in no way ready for that."
"I know." Your friend whines. "But we can stay away from her. The house is freakin' huge! Let's just have some fun and if you feel that bad, we can leave."
"Promise?"
"I promise." She links your pinky finger with hers before squealing and running to get the costume. What the hell have I agreed to, you think as you face plant the white pillows that still faintly hold the smell of your girl... ex-girlfriend.
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"HOLY SHIT Y/N! YOU LOOK FREAKIN' AMAZING!" One of your friends exclaim, scanning the Cher costume that hugs your body. You're not the most confident person but you can't deny it doesn't look good.
"Is it too much?" You whisper, feeling your 'Sonny' aka your gay best friend coming up behind you.
"It most definitely is not." He shouts, slapping your hand away from your exposed abdomen. "Here, take a shot cause there's no way in hell
I'm letting you wallow in self pity all night. MY Cher is going to be fierce." You just laugh and take a shot from the cup that holds the poison that is vodka. You can't help but think he's right. You'd barely left the house for a week and you had ignored your friends, even when they called to check up on you or came round with break-up snacks. They deserved a good night out and you'd be damned if you let your miserable attitude ruin it. You could put a smile on your face for the night and help them party away your favourite holiday.
"Ok, the cars here. Let's go!" You followed the group out, all climbing into a mini bus as they passed around the cup of vodka still, wanting to arrive a little tipsy. You smiled, sang and laughed along in the car ride but you couldn't help the nerves in your stomach at the thought of seeing Demi again.
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"Y/N! It's so good to see you!" Jennifer exclaimed, pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. "You look amazing!"
