Just Like Porcelain

Chapter 1:The End Starts With A Bang

"Okay how do I look?" I question, turning around.

"You look gorgeous! This is why I’m jealous of you!" She smiles. "With your red pumps, smoky makeup and slightly curled hair every guy is going to have their eyes stuck on you."

"I seriously look good?" I ask, a hopeful smile appearing on my face.

"Hell yeah! Stop underestimating your beauty."

I smile as a light blush rises up on my cheeks. "We better get started since we only have an hour and a half and we still have to get  you ready!"

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"Damn, we look fine," I smile. It's an hour and a half later and we're both standing beside each other, looking into my mirror.

"Hell yeah! We look smokin’," Juliette says, giving her reflection a kiss. I roll my eyes at her.

I'm in the black lacy dress, red pumps, smoky makeup, and slightly curled hair. Juliette has a hot pink shoulder dress on with a black belt. She has black strappy shoes on. Her blond hair is dead straight and like me she has smoky makeup on.

"Well then lets hit the road." I sing, grabbing the keys to my car. We walk out the door and into my Audi A6. Juliette cranks the music up so high that I'm positive the whole neighborhood can hear it.

"You really want to make every person in this neighborhood know what music we're listening to?" I laugh, looking over at my friend, who's currently dancing in her seat.

"Why not? Tonight we're going to show the world what we're made of!" She fist pumps the air. I laugh again, that's my Juliette.

"Go-Go-Go-Go Go insane, go insane! Throw some glitter, make it rain!" Juliette sings along to the radio. I join in right with her.

 "Let me see them hands, let me, let me see them hands!"

We turn onto a new street and I can automatically tell that this is the street where the house party is on. There are cars parked almost everywhere and there's music blasting from a house down the road. I find a parking space at the end of the street. Juliette and I get out of the car. Juliette does a little stretch, prepping herself for the craziness of the party.

“Shame we have to walk so far in these heels,” I groan, wishing there was a parking spot closer to the house. I'm not a fan of walking, and heels do not add to my joy. Juliette nods her head in agreement.

 We give each other a knowing look and start our walk to the door. We walk down the road, up the pathway and to the door, swaying our hips. We open the front door and walk in. Juliette was right, every guy was looking our way. 

I smirk. We definitely look good. Juliette and I look at each other, the look that says "See you later." Juliette winka and blows me a kiss before heading off to the bar to get herself a drink. I push my hair behind my ears, take a deep breath, place a smirk on my face, then walk up to a random guy and pull him to the dance floor. 

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I groan as I lean against the wall, my feet are in pure agony. I'm dying to take my shoes off and throw them out the window. I had just stopped dancing a couple minutes ago, when I started thinking that my feet were going to fall off. I bend down to my feet and slip my shoes off. There's instant relief as I place my bare feet on the cool floor. 

I look towards the doorway and I can see into the other room. A crowd of people are surrounding a table, where two girls are stumbling around on, singing drunkenly and laughing hysterically every once and awhile. I smirk at them, they are so wasted.