College was one of the many things Chloe Carter hated. It did however, have it's ups and downs. Most of the ups included living with her best friends in the world and having a bar nearby. That definitely came in handy when she had to listen to Trish Wellington, her best friend, cry over Henry Dunn, Trish's on again off again boy toy.

But tonight however, Chloe had to listen to Trish, and their other two best friends, Beth and Lucy complain about her need for a boyfriend.

"Guys, I've went over this a thousand times, I don't need a boyfriend!" Chloe explained for the umpteenth time while popping a bottle of champagne. She filled her flute, and passed it along.

Trish, who sat on the floor with one of the biggest pillows, sipped her beverage before speaking again, "Henry's friends are all nice. You could try with one of them." She smiled and pushed her hair behind her ears.

"Ew, the fat one had sweat stains under his arms last week." Lucy whined from next to her. Chloe was not at all close with her but she remained nice.

"Oh!" Beth exclaimed and sprawled on the floor by Trish, "What about Chris! He's perfect. You guys can have blonde hair, blue eyed kids!"

I shook my head no and settled into the couch. I swung my feet up next to me and sipped my champagne. "there is no way I would even think twice about Chris. He's such a player. And Malcolm is his name Lucy, and he's too much I don't know."

"Then what about Danny? He's super sweet." Trish said. She downed her champagne and was on to her second glass. Her and Henry were made for each other.

I had to agree with her. Danny was sweet, but isn't much of boyfriend material. "No guys let's just cut it out and complain about something else other than my single life."

"Fine," Trish said. "I guess we'll just have to invite all the boys over for some champagne!" She squealed and grabbed her cell, most likely to call Henry.

"Oh no you are not inviting them here. The house is a mess and I don't look even half decent." Chloe sighed and looked around the trashed house. There were clothes hanging off the tv, empty wine and champagne bottles littered the floor, Trish needed to call a maid or do something before this got any worse.

"So we'll make you look decent, duh!" Beth exclaimed. She stood from the floor skipped to the bathroom. It always amazed Chloe how Beth had so much energy, even without drinking.

Chloe huffed and slouched her shoulders. "This isn't necessary, you don't have to do anything." She said as she saw Beth return from the bathroom. She had her makeup bag and a hair straightener.

Trish jumped up and stole the makeup bag from Beth and stood in front of Chloe. "You are going to be so hot by the time we are done with you."

That caught Chloe's attention, "So what your saying is I'm not pretty when I don't try to be?" Her eyebrow was raised and her arms were crossed.

Chloe was reminded of Lucy's presence when she talked, "No Chloe, we just want you to be happy. We want you to have what Trish has."

Which is a relationship which both have cheated and have broken up a thousand times, Chloe thought.

Beth plugged the straightener in and began her work on Chloe's blonde hair. "Chloe, I think you should get a haircut."

Trish looked up from the mascara she was about the put on Chloe, "Yeah we should have a girls day out. Spa, haircuts, shopping!" She giggled then resumed with the mascara.

Almost twenty minutes passed by before they were done. Trish pulled a compact mirror out of the bag and held it in front of Chloe. Nothing looked different, this is how she normally looked in the day. But on nights like these Chloe could care less.

Chloe knew what was coming next when the girls started eyeing her outfit. It consisted of a pair of short pj shorts, and a tank. "No, I'm not changing into some skanky outfit."

The girls glanced at one another before Trish spoke, "You don't have to. We aren't changing so you don't have to."

"It's a pajama party!" Lucy exclaimed.

They could hear voices outside along with car doors, the boys were here. Trish laughed and practically sprinted to the door, flinging it open.

Henry walked in with two cases of beer, "Let's get this party started!"