(Alexandra)
(Ariana)

*Alexandra*

"Alex. Put. Your. Fucking. Dress. On. Now!" Ariana yelled.

"NO!" I screamed.

"Fine then." She smirked.

She pounced on me and ripped my shirt off, in front of Tyler, Issa, Frankie, and Zach.

"Ariana!" I yelled, my hands covering my bra.

The Boyd's faces all held smirks. Pricks.

I took the dress out of her hands and ran into my room, still covering my breasts.

I don't get why I have to look nice for the people I hate the most. Not only did Ariana get us both tickets to see One Direction, if that wasn't enough, but she made sure she got fucking front. Row. Seats. I might just die of embarrassment.

I slowly put on the dress, and very carefully put on some make up.

"ALEXANDRA!! HURRY UP! WE ARE GOING TO BE LATE!!" Ariana banged on my door.

"Don't rush perfection!" I said in a British accent, mocking the people she loves.

"Hurry the fuck up!" She yelled one more time.

I rolled my eyes and shut my make up bag. I grabbed a black clutch and walked out my bedroom door.

"Fucking finally!" Ariana said pulling my arm.

"Frankie! Please! Go instead of me!" I cried.

"Nope. I think I would rather not lose my hearing." He smiled.

"I hate you all so much!" I yelled as Ariana dragged me down my porch steps.

****

Ariana and I were now waiting in a enormous line, and I was already having to pop my eardrums. During the ride, Ariana made me listen to the douchebags the ENTIRE way. (It hurts to have to call them douchebags:()

I can already tell this is going to be a long night...

Notes

HIIII!

I may or may not be able to update tomorrow, I'm going to terrible, horrible Phoenix! Yay! (Can you sense my sarcasm?)

XxX,
Aby