Tonight was going to be so awesome. I was so excited, but then I was also really, really nervous. We were going to a club, as it was my nineteenth birthday, and I hadn't been to this club before. I always got nervous when it was a new club.
Especially as all the stars were supposed to go there. Which meant that Robert Pattinson could be there; he was my hero. I'd seen him before at the twilight premiere in LA, but I was too far away, and the pictures that I had taken of him weren't very good.
I needed to send a text message to Tasha to ask about tonight, so as Michael got out of bed, and got a shower, I got a text message to send to Tasha.
''Are you texting Tasha?'' Michael asked me, after he walked back into the bedroom, with just a white towel around his waist. I licked my lips involuntarily; he may always moan about things, but he certainly had the body.
''Yeah I am; do you want me to add anything?'' I asked him sarcastically. I should imagine that he would want me to add how much he was grateful to Rachael for waking him up.
''Yeah, tell her to thank Rachael for waking me up.'' He asked grumpily. I laughed it off, finding his sour mood funny, a little.
Hiya, it's Charlie, what time are you coming? I keep looking out of the window for you! You must still be in bed, after last night. Because I got three fucking messages from Rachael singing to me! Michael is fucking killing me, moaning about the noise; he says to say thanks to her please. *Sarcasm* Ha-ha, never mind. He's always moaning, lol. I told Michael that I'm staying at yours, is that okay? See you soon; TB. Love always, Charlie, xxxxxx
''I told her thanks.'' I told Michael; watching him as he pulled on a blue shirt that made his figure, and muscled arms look absolutely gorgeous.
''Ha! I'd love to see her reaction to that one.'' He commented, sounding very smug. I laughed along with him, knowing that he was only joking, even when he did sound very sarcastic; that was just his humor.
''Are you okay with me going out tonight?'' I checked with him to make sure. I knew that it was my birthday and that I should have fun, but he was going elsewhere with his friends, and although he was having fun too, I felt guilty for us not spending time together.
''Yeah, of course baby. You go and have some fun on your birthday.'' He turned round and smiled at me, once he pulled on his jeans.
''I feel a bit bad though…what with us not spending time together.'' I admitted sheepishly; feeling like an idiot as soon as I had said the words.
''I know, but I'll see you tomorrow morning, wont I? Why don't you wear that dress that I brought you to the club tonight?'' I looked up at him confused, as he suggested it.
''But…you didn't buy me a dress for my birthday…you said that you'll get me a present later.'' I reminded him, confused.
He just smiled at me again, and gently kissed my forehead. ''I lied,'' he whispered against my forehead. ''Go and check the spare room wardrobe.'' He asked, kissing me once more on my forehead. I grinned at him, happily.
''Thank-you so much Michael!'' I yelled, before running out of the bedroom. I really had thought that he hadn't brought me anything for my birthday yet.
Hanging up on the wardrobe was the most beautiful dress that could exist. It was a dark, misty green color, but a really lovely color, and it was strapless. The material was like satin, and when I ran my hands over it lightly-scared to touch it in-case it disappeared-it felt like beautiful, smooth satin within my hands. And there were pretty black heels to match the dress.
And on the side, next to my dress was a beautiful and it was my birthstone; pearl. It was a simple, plain pearl necklace, but I absolutely loved it. It was absolutely beautiful.
''Like your presents?'' Michael asked me from the bedroom door. I gasped, and turned around to look at him.
''I absolutely love them!'' I thrilled, walking to him, and kissing him on the lips gently. He returned the kiss, and his hands tightened around my waist, as my phone began to buzz noisily in my pocket. I pulled myself away from his cool grip, and got my phone out from my pocket. It was a text from Tasha.
Sorry Hun, just leaving in ten minutes. Yeah, okay babes, you can sleep in the spare room. I tell her for you. The thing is I can't remember her phoning you, sorry if you got in trouble with your lover. I won't be long, and stop looking out of the window, I'm coming lol! Xxxxxx Tasha xxxx
I laughed to myself as I read over the text, which got Michael's attention. ''What are you laughing at, baby?'' He asked me, kissing my cheek softly.
''Oh just Tasha; you know what she's like.'' I rolled my eyes. Tasha was a joker, as-well as like the coolest twilight buddy ever.
He laughed along with me. ''You're right; I do know what she's like.'' He agreed, with a roll of his eyes.
I stood, watching myself in the mirror, as my experimentally-wavy hair fell to my sides.
My fringe was a little messy, but it looked alright. I looked from myself in the mirror to the dress. It was the dress that I was worried about. It looked too feminine, and I was used to my skinny jeans, and old t-shirts. Not brand new silk dresses and high heels.
''Seriously, stop panicking. You look absolutely gorgeous.'' Michael came behind me, and whispered the words sweetly in my ear.
''I know that I'm just being silly.'' I rolled my eyes, as his lips came down, and brushed against the left side of my throat, and his hands roamed my hips.
''Not silly; just delusional.'' He disagreed, making me huff at him in response. So delusional was a better description, was it? I don't think so.
''Thanks a bunch.'' I grumbled back at him sourly. Delusional wasn't the nicest word, and wasn't the word I liked to be described. It was a lot worse than silly!
''I mean it as a compliment.'' He admitted, even though I really couldn't see how. ''You're delusional because you don't know how beautiful you truly are.'' He whispered once more, before his lips came down, and kissed me sweetly, on my left side of my neck, this time.
I sighed happily in response, and shivered in delight from his touch. However; just then, a bib from outside caught our attention, making Michael pull away, and groan in response.
''Tasha,'' we said together; although I sounded a lot happier about this, than he did; but maybe that was just because I was laughing.
I looked outside the downstairs hallway window, and there was Tasha; getting out of her car, and starting to walk down the long pathway.
''I'll see you tomorrow.'' I promised Michael, kissing him once on his lips. ''Are you sure that you don't want to come out with us?'' I checked. He grimaced, and shook his head.
''No thanks, Rachael's too wild, and anything could happen to me.'' He admitted; pulling a vulnerable face, and making me laugh.
''See you tomorrow then.'' I agreed, as I watched him exit using the back door to go to his friends. I smiled as I watched for a moment, before walking into the garden to go and meet Tasha. I grinned at her, and she smiled back, easily.
I got to her quickly, and hugged her. ''Hey Tasha, I've been waiting for you since one! I thought you weren't going to come.'' I admitted, and she half-rolled her eyes in response. I knew I was a silly-worrier. ''I love you dress by the way; it's new, I take it?'' I asked her, as I playfully rolled my eyebrows at her playfully.
''Umm thanks; yeah, it's new, I got it last week. It's worth the money if you ask me.'' I laughed along with her, as I stepped into my house.
Instantly though, I did panic. I smoked cigarettes, as did Michael, and although the smell of our house didn't smell that bad to me, as we didn't smoke very much; I knew that Tasha would have been able to smell the strong cigarette smell bad. I smiled at her apologetically, as we made our way into the living room.
I caught Tasha glancing at my living room poster of Robert Pattinson, and I smiled to myself in response, as I sat down next to her on the sofa. I liked that poster of him. He had three of his grey shirt buttons undone, showing his gorgeous chest, and his hair was its perfect, 'morning hair' style; messy, but not too all-over-the-place.
''So when did Rachael text you then? She couldn't remember.'' She asked me, smiling at me. I smiled back. Ha, she couldn't remember! And yet, she had gotten me into so much trouble with Michael last night. And who could really blame him? It had been two in the bloody morning!
''Umm…..about two.'' I admitted, before laughing to myself quietly as I remembered what she had been singing to me. ''She was singing the Pussycat Dolls song; buttons. You were in the background, laughing with Kirsty.''
''Oh, I'm so sorry. I hope that we didn't get you in too much trouble with lover-Boy…and where is he?'' She asked me confused, as she looked around the room, as if he was going to jump out from the back of the furniture or something, and announce his arrival.
''He's gone to his mates for tonight, he hated being on his own. He was going to ask if he could come out with us, but then he changed his mind, and said that Rachael is wild, and that anything could happen to him.'' I admitted, making us both laugh again.
''Well he's got that right; I left her at home, riding the fucking bike in the gym. She wants to be fit for tonight.'' She explained to me, as she rolled her eyes, and laughed.
''Well, what can I say? She always lasts the whole night on the dance-floor anyway. Sooo where are you taking me then?'' I asked her excitedly.
''Umm…Rach found this new club called; hot n Cold and all the stars go there. But I am going to get as drunk as, and dance with you, the birthday Girl.'' She admitted, grinning.
I liked the sound of this; especially as all of the celebrities went there. ''Cool, it sounds so good. God, I would so die if sex-god was there. You might have to take me to the bar to get another drink; give me more courage.'' I admitted; giggling helplessly at the thought of actually meeting Robert, getting very, VERY pissed, and doing some things to him that I would regret in the morning…
I called him sex-god, as he truly was my own sex-god. He looked absolutely gorgeous, and I could imagine that…well, those big, Edward hands came into good use…
I shook off my fantasies, and tried my hardest to listen to Tasha, without dreaming dirty thoughts about smoldering Robert Pattinson. I was so disappointed about yesterday when we couldn't go to the premiere of twilight, because all of the Girls had to work. But we all promised to go to new moon…drunk, ha!
We walked into the hallway, and I was about to show her the dress that I was wearing tonight, when she asked herself.
''So what are you going to be wearing tonight?'' She asked me curiously, as Tasha took her shoes off by the door.
''Umm…well Michael brought me this, just wait…'' I trailed off, and ran up the stairs to the spare room, where I grabbed my dress, heels, and necklace and pulled them on me, before shakily taking a deep breath, and walking very carefully in these killer hills down the stairs to show her.
I kept pulling at the fabric around my hips consciously, before looking up at her for her thoughts on the dress.
''Wow…where did he get the dress from?'' She asked me curiously. I shrugged in response.
''Umm, he never said, he just gave me it this morning, what do you think honestly? Is it too much?'' I looked down at the dress consciously, sure that it was too much, even if I was the birthday girl. I'd never worn something so…fabulous.
''It's fucking amazing, no joke. I never tell lies, and I know that loads of people are going to be looking at you. You don't even look nineteen, in it.'' She admitted, smiling at me.
I hoped that she was wrong about the attention bit. I didn't want lots of people staring at me. It was too embarrassing.
''Are you sure? Because if it don't look right, I can always just go and get something else.'' I offered; sounding as conscious as I felt.
''It looks great! Now hurry please, because we need to leave soon. I want to go and get something to eat.' She admitted, as she rubbed her belly, which was making a few, small, funny noises.
''I'm not that hungry; I'm too excited about tonight.'' I admitted; internally wanting to jump up and down on the spot, but knowing that this wasn't a good idea in heels; in the middle of the stairs…I might fall down them otherwise.
'''Well if I don't get anything to eat now, I'm not going out.' She admitted, laughing once, before quickly stopping again.
I watched her confused, as she said it. She actually seemed to be serious. Oh my god! So she was going to let me go out…on my own? There would be no point going out. I was hardly a looker after all, and I would be a loner.
''Why not?'' I asked her distraught. It was my birthday; she couldn't not come out with me! No, I couldn't go without Tasha! My mother! Ha, that was just an in-joke between us Girls. Rachael was my Auntie.
''Charlie, I'm joking. God and you call me your best friend, please.'' She mumbled sarcastically, as she rolled her eyes, and grinned at me. I laughed with her, as I ran back up the stairs, and put my dress on a hanger, and came back down stairs in my normal clothes; my Beatles top, and jeans.
''I know I'm just too…well let's go then.'' She laughed at me, as I didn't finish my sentence, before taking a deep breath.
''Have you got what you need?'' She asked me curiously. I nodded my head yes; wondering why she was looking at me so confused for. ''Dress, make-up, shoes, ETC!'' She reminded me, looking down at my clothes, and empty hands.
Of course! God, I was so stupid. I laughed, unable to stop myself. I had forgotten everything that she had reminded me of. ''Oops, I knew I forgot something.'' I admitted sheepishly, as I ran back up the stairs again, to go and get my dress, and small make-up bag to take with me to Tasha's.
''How can you forget your dress?'' She asked me, calling up so that I could hear, laughing as she spoke.
When I came back downstairs, Tasha was putting her sandals back on her feet. She looked up at me, with my Beatles bag over my shoulder, and I smiled back at her, happily. I was so excited about tonight, that I was sure that nothing would burst my bubble.
Tasha walked out of the door, and waited for me in the porch, as I pulled on my black converses, and followed her out of the door, after glancing at the same poster of Robert. I locked the door behind me, and followed Tasha out of the driveway and to her car, where she unlocked it, and got in.
I got in the passenger's side, after putting my dress, make up, and heels in the back, and watched as Tasha put the key in the engine. Dance with me by Dizzie Rascal came onto the air, and I couldn't help but start dancing along to it, a little bit. I loved this song, and so did Tasha.
''Where's Kirsty?'' I asked Tasha curiously.
''Umm, she's at work, but don't worry; she's coming, tonight. She'll be back about five. Bless her, she only had four hours sleep, thanks to Rach.''
Aww bless her. I knew just how pissed off I could be when I didn't have enough hours of sleep, si I really felt for her.
''Well I don't mind if she'd prefer to stay in, and sleep.'' I admitted, before shrugging and looking out of the window.
''No, she's fine. She wants to come up, there's no stopping the Girl, when we go out. And anyway; it is your birthday, and she wouldn't miss it for the world.'' She said, and I turned back from the window to catch her smiling at me.
I smiled back, knowing that it was true. I didn't like people feeling like they had to go out just for the sake of it; but I realized that Tasha was right. Kirsty would want to go out, and there was no stopping Rachael from going clubbing.
Tasha parked up at the corner shop, and smiled across at me. ''I won't be a minute. Do you want anything?'' She asked me.
I shook my head, and said; ''No, thank-you.'' Before I watched her walk into the small-looking shop. I got out my phone and checked it, and just a moment later; I got a text from Michael.
Hi Babes, is it okay if you ask Tasha if I'm allowed to stay over at hers tonight?
I know she only has one spare room, but ask her if I can stay with you in there, please.
Love you. Xxx
I sighed heavily, as I read the text. It wasn't exactly fair of me to ask Tasha out-of-the-blue like that, with such short notice, but I would; for him. But I could imagine her answer to that; Michael and the Girls didn't really get on, because he could be quite unsocial sometimes.
My phone began ringing, and I knew who it was without even looking at it. I got it out, and answered it automatically.
''Michael,'' I huffed. I didn't like it when he begged, and I knew that that's what he was about to do. I sighed internally.
''Babe, have you asked her?'' He asked me; a little annoyed.
''No, I haven't. She's still in the shop Michael, where she was when you text me two minutes ago.'' I explained, sounding just as pissed off as I felt. ''Why didn't you ask her yourself?''
''Because baby, she's your friend.''
''The answers no; Michael,''
''Have you asked her then?''
''No, I don't want to ask her, because it's not fair on her.''
He put the phone down on me then, ignoring me. I swore under my breath, and put the phone away; back into my bag.
I watched glumly as Tasha walked back out of the shop a few minutes later, and got into the driver's seat again.
She smiled at me, but I couldn't bring myself to smile back at her. In a way, I did feel a bit sorry for Michael, because I really did miss him too. But then, he couldn't just presume that just because I ask Tasha; she'd let him stay.
''What's the matter?'' She asked me, confused. I guessed that she was confused because this was my big night, and I should be excited, not unhappy about it. But that didn't make it any better; it wasn't fair to ask Tasha so late. He should have asked before he went.
''It's Michael; he wants to go out tonight with his mates, and then stay at yours.'' I admitted sheepishly. I looked down at my hands, which were lying limply on my lap, because I didn't want to look at Tasha, when she took this in.
''Well tell him no, tonight's about you, end of. He's got his mates, god.'' She huffed, sounding really pissed off. Even more pissed off than I imagined.
''That's what I told him, and then he put the phone down on me, the fucking twat. He's like this sometimes.'' I admitted, shaking my head as I thought over what had just happened a moment ago, glumly.
''Well, what can I say?'' she huffed, and sighed. I looked down at my hands again, feeling guilty for admitting what just happened so easily now. She didn't need to know about how funny Michael was being, and now it had ruined her mood, too.
Tasha finished eating her food silently, before starting the car again. It felt really hot in her little car, but that was because it was really warm outside too. We stayed silent for the ride back to Tasha's house, where she pulled just outside of her house.
I got out of the car quickly, after seeing Rachael at the door. I ran to her, my dress and accessories in my hand, and hugged her. God, I had missed my best friend; she was awesome. ''Thank god that I'm finally here. I've missed you guys.'' I admitted, making us both laugh.
''Michael doing your head-in again?'' She asked me humorously. I nodded my head, and rolled my eyes, as I easily brushed it off.
Tasha was just behind us then, closing the door behind us, as she entered the house too. It was so much bigger than our house, but it wasn't the size that mattered; it was the company. And Michael could be okay sometimes. I loved him, so I put up with him.
''Why is Kirsty home so early?'' Tasha asked Rachael confused, as she glanced up the stairs-the same as me-as we tried to look for Kirsty. Her car was outside.
''She lied, and said that she was ill, and had to come home.'' Rachael paused and smiled, as she continued. ''But it's called a hangover!'' She called up the stairs, making all three of us laugh in response.
''Well that's what you get when we go out with you.'' Tasha responded, making all of us laugh again. It was so true.
''Let's see this dress properly then.'' Rachael thrilled as she pulled me by my right hand, to the kitchen. I let her pull me along, as I grinned back at Tasha, who was rolling her eyes in response to that.
''I'm going to get in the shower, I'm fucking hot, and I don't want to smell tonight.'' Tasha called to Rachael, smiling.
''Okay Darling, don't be long, because I'm going to be drinking soon.'' She admitted, as I put my dress onto the kitchen chair, and shoes on top, with my make-up neatly.
''It's only four Rach, by the time that we get Charlie to the club, we'll have to bring her back home.'' I giggled, unable to stop myself. It was true, I was a absolute light-head, and there wasn't really a lot that I could do about that.
''I won't give her a lot, she'll be fine. I'm here to get her drunk.'' Rachael replied casually, before we both started laughing again. Oh my god, tonight was going to be so funny. And I so couldn't wait to get out.
''I bet you are.'' Tasha agreed, giggling, before she headed back out of the kitchen again, and to the stairs, to go and see Kirsty.
I showed Rachael my dress, pulling it around me, whilst Rachael poured herself a vodka shot. I rolled my eyes in response. Rachael was always the one for starting early on things. Might as well do things thoroughly though, in her defense.
''It's well pretty, but I have to say that I am surprised. I didn't think that Michael would let you out of the house in something so…girly.'' She giggled as she took the piss out of Michael. I frowned at my dress, and sighed.
''He's not always so jealous, Rachael.'' I defended him, even though at sometimes; that wasn't the case exactly.
''I know, I'm sorry babes.'' Rachael apologized, smiling at me. I smiled back, and watched as she threw the vodka shot down her neck.
''You're starting early aren't you?'' I asked her, watching as she winched very slightly, as she took in the aftermath of drinking back the shot so easily.
''Darling, you need to start early, if you want to get absolutely pissed.'' She responded, making me giggle. She always had an excuse for drinking, Rachael did. ''Do you want one?'' She asked me, about to pour another glass of a vodka shot, for me, when I stopped her.
''Can I have some WKD first? I'm starting light.'' I admitted, making Rachael roll her eyes. I didn't care, because I didn't want to make an idiot of myself, when we got to the club, just in-case I didn't get in.
''Fair enough, babes. Here you go then.'' She handed me the blue bottle of WKD, and I poured in my own drink.
I pursed my lips after I finished, watching the vodka bottle, as Rachael drunk back another shot. ''Actually, I think I'll just put a little bit of vodka in this as-well.'' I admitted, making Rachael laugh in response.
''That's the spirit.'' She laughed, as she poured me a lot of vodka in. I stayed silent, and drank it back slowly; winching slightly after I was finished.
Rachael turned on the music, and started to dance to Flo Rida's song low, making me laugh, when she kept flirty dancing. She was a funny one. A couple of glasses of WKD later though, saw me dancing with her too.
It was five PM when Rachael decided to go upstairs and check to see if they were ready. Rachael was drunk, but I wasn't. I had stopped drinking after my fourth drunk, and had sobered up a little bit. I was still partly drunk, but only enough to make me a little happy, and stop worrying about the stupid things that I'd normally worry about.
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