What feels like forever goes by and Michelle's shift is finally over. The asshole employer couldn't even let her leave a little earlier than usual given that it's Saturday. Though with the amount of coffee I just had I couldn't even complain. Three cups, two of them on the house thanks to Michelle.

We leave the coffee house immediately after she's paid for the day.

"See, these impromptu sleepovers work entirely because you have your stuff over at my house," Michelle smirks while decking me a little.

"I'd still use your stuff anyway," I laugh while thinking about what our friendship is like. She'd use anything that belongs to me, I suspect my toothbrush would fall victim too. I find myself giggling.

"You're starting to really lose it." she gives me a weird look and I laugh even more.

We get to her house and no one seems to be around.

"Where's your Gramms?" I ask looking around for her.

"I guess she's out getting groceries or something. She'll be back. In the meantime, come let me show you some cool stuff I got you." she says dragging me over the steps to her room.

"Try this on," she throws some white high waist pants to me, catching them on instinct.

I don't say a word as I try them on. They actually do fit quite well.

"Try this with it," a multicolored bralet is placed on the bed and I put it on as well. I sashay my barely there hips in front of the mirror, admiring how my breasts seem deceivingly bigger.

"I'm taking a quick shower, be right back," she shouts from the bathroom.

I sit on the bed feeling too lazy to take the clothes off. That quick shower wasn't as quick as I expected and she takes a while before coming out escorted by a cloud of steam.

"I'll put on a dress I got and you have to be honest about the way it looks on me," she gets the dress and I roll my eyes because everything looks so good on her. It's a black and white skater dress that barely hides her curves and exposes her flawless thighs. She stands in front of the mirror and holds her ebony hair in a messy bun.

We have this thing where we dress up and put on make up just to take random photos. Of course that's her crazy idea as usual.

We've already taken 173 photos yet we can only agree on one that is the best. The rest are either taken while I'm unaware or I don't like the angle of my face. We go on for a bit then the doorbell rings.

"Please get it. It's probably grandma." she urges me with puppy eyes.

I walk quickly down the steps noticing from the wall clock that it's already 8 o'clock. What?

I twist the lock open and turn the knob smiling widely waiting to see Gramm's face.

"Hey Gra-" it's not her.

"Hey is this Michelle's crib?" a familiar face stands before me enquiring.

"Yeah. Why?" I ask trying to see who's behind him. He's rather too muscular for me to see what's behind him.

Facing behind he shouts,"Yoh Let's get this party started!"

"What the?" I barely finish because he pushes his way in followed by other guys who seem like typical college jocks.

"S'sup Lexa, looking good," a blonde blue-eyed guy says as he makes his way in too. I can't stop anyone from getting in so I just stand there. People are shouting and music has already started being blasted.

What the hell is going on? I don't think it's the right house for the party unless...

That Lying little Bitch!

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