Billie Joe was my friend, chapter 5
I sat on my bed, not knowing at all what to do. Billie Joe must be up to something. Something really evil. Something so evil that I wouldn't want to think about it. Or, maybe, it was my paranoia acting up. But the hour was over all too soon. And so would my life, too. By 2 notes. The doorbell rang a short 'ding dong', and opened to reveal Ashlyn, in what appeared to be her party clothes:
jeans with a shirt that said, 'Guys need to learn to think with their brains.
"Nice clothes, dude."
"Thanks. Oh, let's get some for you!"
Oh, no. Another Ashlyn style shopping spree coming on. Meaning we fly around the stores until we find what we like.
"Abercrombie, here we come!"
"Ashlyn... "
But she was already (recklessly... just kidding) driving to the store of all trends. When we finally got there, she dragged me into the store, and after about 10 minutes, she came out with a shirt. It was white, with 'Born to be Famous' written in lime green.
"It's SO you."
I guessed. I was in a band, determined to make it to the top, so I guess it was 'SO me'.
"Ok, but let ME choose the pants."
One time, Ashlyn had bought me short shorts and a miniskirt as a joke, and I killed her for it.
I walked mindlessly around the 'Women's Jeans' section until I successfully came to a good pair of pants: dark washed, and good fitting.
"Perfect. I approve. Let's go look for shoes."
Ashlyn was so funny. But, once again, I was being pulled around the store, out and into Payless. She made me wait for a little longer, until I said,
"You're not looking for dress shoes, are you? Those things kill my feet."
"No, I'm looking for suitable sneakers."
I was distracted by purses when Ashlyn came back with the most beautiful things I have ever laid eyes on: Black with silver stripes.
"ASHLYN!"
"I knew you'd love them!"
"Let's go get ready!"
"OK! But you have to let me do your makeup!"
"Fine."
We went back to the car, talking about how wonderful the party would be, who would be there, and what music should be played, and crap like that. When we got back to my house, it was 6:30, an hour before Billie joe would pick me up. I quickly cut off the tags and put on my party clothes.
"Promise me you won't make me look bad... " I whined to Ashlyn.
"Mia, you worry too much."
I had to hand it to her. She made me stop worrying in a snap. But why she was going with me and Billie, I had no frickin idea.
jeans with a shirt that said, 'Guys need to learn to think with their brains.
"Nice clothes, dude."
"Thanks. Oh, let's get some for you!"
Oh, no. Another Ashlyn style shopping spree coming on. Meaning we fly around the stores until we find what we like.
"Abercrombie, here we come!"
"Ashlyn... "
But she was already (recklessly... just kidding) driving to the store of all trends. When we finally got there, she dragged me into the store, and after about 10 minutes, she came out with a shirt. It was white, with 'Born to be Famous' written in lime green.
"It's SO you."
I guessed. I was in a band, determined to make it to the top, so I guess it was 'SO me'.
"Ok, but let ME choose the pants."
One time, Ashlyn had bought me short shorts and a miniskirt as a joke, and I killed her for it.
I walked mindlessly around the 'Women's Jeans' section until I successfully came to a good pair of pants: dark washed, and good fitting.
"Perfect. I approve. Let's go look for shoes."
Ashlyn was so funny. But, once again, I was being pulled around the store, out and into Payless. She made me wait for a little longer, until I said,
"You're not looking for dress shoes, are you? Those things kill my feet."
"No, I'm looking for suitable sneakers."
I was distracted by purses when Ashlyn came back with the most beautiful things I have ever laid eyes on: Black with silver stripes.
"ASHLYN!"
"I knew you'd love them!"
"Let's go get ready!"
"OK! But you have to let me do your makeup!"
"Fine."
We went back to the car, talking about how wonderful the party would be, who would be there, and what music should be played, and crap like that. When we got back to my house, it was 6:30, an hour before Billie joe would pick me up. I quickly cut off the tags and put on my party clothes.
"Promise me you won't make me look bad... " I whined to Ashlyn.
"Mia, you worry too much."
I had to hand it to her. She made me stop worrying in a snap. But why she was going with me and Billie, I had no frickin idea.
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