6 months after the worst point of Alexandra's life, she's finally starting to get back to normal. She has her own apartment, her best friend lived just 2 floors down and she was finally starting her degree at college. She hadn't heard from, or seen...
" Come on Alex! Just wear it, please? Live a little!" She pleaded with me.
Maddie pushed the dress in my hands, I groaned but complied. It's not exactly something I would have picked out for myself, but it was a stunning dress. It was a beautiful shade of red, with an open back and a halter style neckline. There was a small keyhole opening in the front just below the bust.
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" Maddie!" I yelled from the bathroom. " This is too revealing."
Maddie skipped in the hallway, stopping just short of the bathroom. I heard a high pitched whistle and turned towards the door as she walked in.
" Damn girl, you look sexy!" Maddie gushed.
I turned and saw Maddie in a beautiful blue dress. It had a deep v-neck and a low open back. It was a lot more revealing then mine.
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" I take it back, yours is too revealing. " I laughed. " You look gorgeous Madds!"
" Why thank you." She chirped, spinning in a circle so I could see the full dress. " You look great Alex. It's not too revealing."
I grumbled, " Maddie I'm not looking to hook up with anyone. Why can't I just wear my jeans?"
" You don't have to hook up with anyone Alex. You're allowed to dress sexy to go dancing. Stop overthinking it." Maddie scolded me.
I sighed in frustration, I knew there was no reasoning with her. In a way she was right, I was allowed to dress up to make myself feel attractive. But this was a little much for me. Thankfully, I managed to reason with her when it came to shoes. She knew I hated heels, so settled on a pair of flats.
I followed Maddie to the kitchen, watching as she took two shot glasses from the cupboard. She poured an amber colored liquid into the glasses and handed me one.
" Bottoms up!" She grinned as she threw back her shot.
I followed suit, knowing she'd hound me otherwise. The liquid burned going down my throat. I recognized the taste of tequila instantly.
