"How about this?" I twirled around and looked at Rosy hopefully, showing the dress to her. She scanned me from head to toe and shooked her head.
"Too long." She answered and went back to painting her nails.
I scoffed and turned around, facing my wardrobe to look for another dress.
Let me tell you what's going on. It's Sunday and the day when we have to go to the party.
Rosy and I have now become close friends. When you get to know her, She's such a sweetheart. It was already six in the evening. Aaron took my car as he had football practice to do. Therefore, I called Rosy to pick me up.
She came an hour earlier, stating she had nothing to do, and offered to help me decide on the dress. I happily agreed.
Since then, I had tried so many dresses, but she wasn't approving of any. It's really getting annoying. She said that all my dresses were too long or too simple.
Of course, they are.
The main thing is, I haven't gone to any party in all twenty-three years of my life. I rolled my eyes and started searching for a dress.
I heard shuffling behind me, and two hands, which had red nail polish painted on them, rested on my shoulder and lightly pushed me.
Brushing past me, she began searching for a dress. I scoffed and sat on my bed, looking at her as she picked a dress, looked at it, and then shook her head, throwing the clothes behind her. It continued till my whole wardrobe got empty. I groaned, knowing that I should have to clean all the mess she was creating.
"Perfect." I heard her say, and I looked up to where she stood, grinning like a kid who finally got her favorite candy. I looked at the dress she was holding. It was a mid-thigh dress with a deep v neck and had silver glittery all over it. This dress was gifted by Sarah to me on my birthday and I have never worn it.
I shook my head, telling her I was not going to wear that dress.
"Oh! Come on. You will look pretty." She said, coming towards me and placing the dress on my bed.
"Nope. No. Never in a million years." I spoke and stood up.
She glared at me, folding her arms across her chest.
"So, you aren't wearing this?" She asked in a threatening tone, raising her left eyebrow and narrowing her eyes. I stared at her, a little bewildered.
She looked scary with all the tattoos she had on her arms and the look on her face.
I gulped and shook my head. "No."
I watched as she sniffed and wiped her unexisted tears, looking up.
"I thought we are friends." She whispered and blinked several times, shaking her head.
I rolled my eyes at her behavior.
Dramatic much.
She started to lecture me and told me 'How I am missing everything' and 'not enjoying life.' I rolled my eyes at that.
After some time, I got tired and finally gave up. Snatching the dress, I stormed towards the bathroom, making sure to close the bathroom door with a loud thud.
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Stepping out of the bathroom, I roamed my eyes in the room. No one was there.
I released a deep breath and started to walk toward the mirror to see my reflection. The dress fits my body perfectly. I blinked, and a smile started to form on my lips. I looked great.
"You look pretty," said Rosy, grinning at me with her arms folded across her chest. I turned around and smiled back at her.
Approaching me, she started doing my make-up and hairstyle.
"You know, I'm getting the feeling that you'll find a boyfriend soon," she said. I narrowed my eyes at her reflection in the mirror, and she responded with a wink.
"I don't need a boyfriend. I'm fine on my own," I retorted, closing my eyes as she began to apply the eyeliner.
She let out an exaggerated sigh.
"Oh, please. Don't start with that. You should enjoy your life," she insisted, and even with my eyes closed, I couldn't help but roll them.
"Look, who's saying!" I mocked her, raising my eyebrows that she was doing something with, that, earned me a light slap on the arm.
"Stay Still." She said.
"Oh please, instead of finding someone for me, why don't you find one for yourself?" I opened my eyes and noticed a blush forming on her cheeks.
Wait! Did I see that correctly?
"Why don't you just tell Ryan about your feelings?" I whispered.
I know she likes him a lot. I knew that from the start. The stolen glances at him and how jealous she got when he talked with another girl is the proof of that.
But the main thing is, Ryan already had a girlfriend, her name is Maria. He doesn't talk about her much, but still. Whenever I hear him mention her name, the look on Rosy's face breaks my heart.
I bet the thing she has for him is more than a crush.
At first, when I told her about it, she just denied telling me that I was overthinking.
Sometimes, we try to hide our feelings, but we forget our eyes also speak. It was a matter of time till she told me.
"Telling someone how you feel is honestly the hardest thing ever. And It got worst when that someone has been in a relationship for two years." Rosy spoke, settling my hair, not making eye contact.
Now, I felt so bad for bringing this up.
"The bitter truth is, I fall in love with the person I can't have." She mumbled.
"I'm so sorry," I said, giving her a bear hug.
"One day, you will find someone better," I muttered. She smiled and broke the hug.
Picking up a dark red lipstick, she started applying it to my lips.
"Stay still, or we are going to get late."
She said and diverted the topic, telling me about the book she was reading.
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I took a deep breath and entered the place where the party was going in full swing.
Rosy held my hand and started dragging me towards the counter, where all types of drinks were present.
She pushed through several people who had blocked our path, which earned her a lot of glares and colorful words from ladies.
I tried hard not to laugh when she pushed someone, and that guy stumbled back with the wine he was holding, soaking all over his shirt. He glared at her, and in return, she said 'sorry' loud enough for him to hear.
After we arrived there, I saw Kevin, Ryan, and Jake standing there talking. I smiled, but then I winced as I felt rosy's grip on my left hand- which she was holding while dragging me- tighten.
I looked at her with furrowed eyebrows, but she was not looking at me. I followed her gaze, and my eyes widened.
Why didn't I notice that before?
A girl- that I didn't notice before- was standing beside Ryan. He had his arms wrapped around her waist as he spoke with Kevin. She then said something in his ear, and he gave her full attention. And just when I thought to join them, the worst thing happened.
They both kissed.
Like seriously? Who's she?
I knew that Ryan flirts with every girl, but he doesn't go around kissing them. You know like...Whatever.
I scoffed and turned to rosy, who was staring at them with a blank look. Rosy looks hurt. "Let's go somewhere-" I started dragging her but paused as I heard my name shouted by none other than Kevin.
I closed my eyes for a second and opened them, turning around and smiling at them.
"WHERE ARE YOU GOING? COME HERE." Kevin invited in his loud voice. I nodded at them with a forced smile and turned rosy. She was looking at the ground in deep thoughts.
I opened my mouth to say something, but she cut me off. "You go. I will be back in a minute." She said with a forced smile.
Her eyes were glossy, and so many emotions were swaying in them. She looks lost, hurt, broken, you name it. I had not seen her like this before, and it concerned me.
"Where?" I stopped her holding her wrist as she started walking.
"In the washroom," she said, and before I could stop her, she vanished. I took a deep breath and began walking towards it.
When I approached them, Kevin gave me a bear hug, and Jake nodded in acknowledgment. Ryan was too busy with that girl that he didn't notice me.
I cleared my throat, and he finally diverted his eyes from her and looked at me. A smile appeared on his face.
"Ria! When did you arrive?" he asked, finally releasing her from his embrace.
I offered him a forced smile and replied, "When you were busyâ"
"Who's this, babe?" the girl interrupted.
He began introducing me to her, and that's when I learned she was Maria.
His girlfriend.
I diverted my attention from them as they started doing their things. I took a sip of the thing that the bartender guy had handed me. It burned my throat. But I felt the need to drink it again.
I told the bartender guy to give me one more glass. I felt someone's eyes burning holes in my skull. I roamed my eyes around the room, and my breath hitched when I made eye contact with the familiar pair of eyes.
Ocean Blue.