Right then. Well, you'd think I be able to do these considering I read all the authors notes on the 100s of fanfics I read daily, but this is harder then I thought. This is my new fanfic and I am a new author, so yeah. Hope you enjoy the story. Kitti (bit out of character, sorry) is based on adorkableraura on instagram, you should go check her out, awesome account, especially if you're a raura shipper. Anyway, lets get on with the story. Hope you like it.

Disclaimers - Don't own anything else you recognize.

"Laura, come on!" My friends Kitti and Georgia had dragged me to the stupid shopping centre to shop for a stupid dress for some stupid party.

"Why do I have to go to this party anyway?" I asked. I had been wondering this for ages. Seriously, I don't know whose party it is. I don't think even Kitti and Georgia know whose party it is for crying out loud. Walking into another store I realised my question was to be left unanswered. Kitti ran straight for the shoe department with a shrill "SHOES!" following her as she ran across the shop. I just sighed and started wandering round the shop.

After a while, I figured I wouldn't be able to get out of going, so I began looking at the jeans. Ooh those are nice. Oh no, that colour looks horrible. I LOVE THESE. I picked up some low rise, purple and mint dip dye jeans. Now I just needed a top. I wandered over to the shirts, walking through the numerous racks of skater dresses, little black dresses, body cons and maxis and began to look at the tops. I passed Georgia on the way but didn't say anything. Oh my days that's hilarious! I picked up a shirt that had a T-rex on it and the caption 'If your happy and you know it clap your… oh.' I need to get this and where it tonight. What? If I'm going to go to a party where I don't want to be, then I might as well be comfortable.

"No. No. NO. You're not going to be wearing jeans to this party. Just for once could you be a little girly, and wear a DRESS?" Georgia was stood behind me, hand on hip, tutting at the jeans and shirt hanging on my fingers.

"A dress?" A look of horror came across my face.

"Or a skirt. With a cute little crop top…"

"Georgia..."

"No, it's fine. I've already got the perfect outfit for you!" She smiled at me as she pulled out a cream skater skirt and coral, black and grey Aztec crop top from behind her back.

"No. No. I would nev-" Georgia was glaring at me. Gosh this girl could convince me not to eat go-gurt. "Fine. I give in. I'll try on the stupid crop top." I threw her a quick glare before stomping off towards the dressing rooms.

"Don't slouch; it's bad for your posture!" Georgia yelled across the shop. I loved the girl to death, but sometimes she could really piss me off.

I had been in the dressing room for ages. Half hour, to be precise. I had put the outfit on as soon as the doors had swung to a close, and to be honest I loved it, I just didn't know if it was me. Putting it on had only taken about two minutes, and spinning in front of the mirror had taken about ten. So that meant I had been texting my friend Rydel for about 18 minutes. I met Rydel ages ago in a dance school. I had been visiting some of the kids there for charity. She is honestly one of the silliest girls I have ever met and we hit it off straight away. I texted her about the party, and to see if she was going. She had replied saying no, she wasn't going but 3 of her brothers and a family friend (who I think she liked, but it was too soon to tell) were going to it. Turns out Rydel knew who's party it was. It was her friends party and she had been invited, along with her brothers, but she couldn't go, so the biys ended up going without her. Or as she put it 'those idiots are going to a great party and im stuck editing videos!' Poor her.

"Oh my days Laura, HURRY UP!" Kitti had tried on all the shoes in the shop, and was now standing outside the dressing room with Georgia. Well, Kitti was standing, Georgia had slid down the wall after 20 minutes of me being in here.

"I just don't know if I like it or not!" I yelled back.

"Well come out and show us then, we can help you decide." NO. I knew where this was going. I would exit the dressing room, Kitti would squeal and say how much she loved it, Georgia would just wave her hand at me and nod, Kitti would calm down and tell me her honest opinion which would still be I love it, just without the high pitched squeal punctuating the compliment, and Georgia would finally get off the floor and tell me to hurry the f**k up, or f**k the f**k off.

"Okay, I'm coming out now, just don't run in terror when you see how bad I look in this." I hesitated before pushing open the swing doors.

"Honey, I chose that outfit, you aren't going to look bad, trust me." Georgia opened the doors. Obviously, another 2 seconds of waiting was too much to bear.

"Oh my god! You look AMAZING!" I looked down, then snapped my head back up realising my other BFF wasn't here.

"Hey, where'd Kitti go?" I quickly scanned the shop and saw Kitti in the Shoes. AGAIN.

"The shoes? You let her go to the shoes AGAIN?" I sighed. Kitti and her 167 pairs of shoes, and the count was always rising.

"She getting shoes for you to wear with that outfit." I shuffled back into the dressing room.

"By that sentence and your tone of voice, I assume that im getting this outfit, and theres nothing I can do about it." I grumbled, whilst pulling my jeans back on.

"Yep," Left leg, in. "absolutely nothing you can do-" Right leg, in. "-about it." Wiggle, wiggle, up. I could almost hear the smirk on her lips and that made me dread the words I was about to say even more.

"Fine. Let's go get ready to party!"

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Thanks for reading, structured criticism is appreciated. Thanks - G