"What is taking you so long?"

"I doesn't fit right.. I think it's broken.."

"A skirt can't be broken idiot, it's just you've gained weight, again."

She wide openned the door to the bathroom where I was changing at started at me angrily, as I desperately tried to pull that damn skirt up one more time. She stopped, her arms crossed, and frowed at my sight. I looked up at her, noticing she still wasn't dressed. She actually wasn't wearing much more than some panties and a tight black bra.

"Here, let me do this", she groaned and walked up to me, and quckly, in one strong movement, managed to pull the skirt up. Unfortunately, it truly was too tight, and her last move had practically cut any possible breathing in any lungs. I silently damned the man who invented the waistline skirt.

"There, see? Perfect."

She threw me my shirt and then out, walking back to her mirror to finish her makeup. I slowly put on the red cropped shirt and joined her back, deciding I should fix my hair a little.

"Soo.. How are things with Tom?" She asked, applying some foundation on top of her nose, as if her skin weren't flawless enough already. I could tell she didn't ask that because she cared, but rather because she was trying to keep the conversation alive, despite the lack of enthousiasm coming from the both of us.

"I don't know.. I think I'm going to end it." She immediately stopped and glanced at me, then rolled her eyes and continued her previous actions.

"What did he do this time..."

"I think he wants to sleep with me.." She sighed and looked down at me again, taking my hands in her's as if she was going to preach me some important life lesson.

"Listen Mary, you're not actually going to stay a virgin forever you know, so why not let that guy have a shot."

"Listen Miley, I'm not like you to want to loose my virginity to some random looser from a pop band at age 13."

I turned my gaze back to the mirror, as I could feel her glaring at me with an almost scary intensity. She let out a deep breath and got up, walking back to her closet.

"Blue or black?" She asked, holding up two different dresses, apparently deciding to ignore my previous comment.

"I like that blue one better. It makes your butt come out." I stuck my out tongue and winked, as she threw and black dress on the bed and pulled the blue one on her. She clumsly zipped it all the way up her back and gave herself a quick stare in the mirror, smiling in satisfaction.

"Fore once Mary, you are right. It just about totally does." I laughed and rolled my eyes. Our relationship may have seemed tense to anyone who would see us togetehr on a daily basis, but I loved that hoe, and I knew she felt the same way. We had known each other for quite a while now, as we had originally first met in 2008 at some rock concert which I can't even remember the name. We had spent the night haning out and making fun of everyone, and then exanged numbers before leaving, and pretty much just partied all the time together ever since then. I guess she was what you would call a best friend, and sometimes I thought she thought the same of me too, since I was the only person who was truly close to her and that actually cared about her, and that was not just playing in her back and talking to her because of her fame.

"Think you'll win anything?" I asked ordinarily as I lay on her bed, looking up at her with a tiny smile.

"Psh, you're kidding me?" She quickly brushed her hair with her fingertips. "Who could possibly beat me? Even Gomez got nothin' on me ." I sighed; it was true. We were going to the teen choice awards, and there was no living soul in the nominees that would be able to steal an award from her. She would always win everything. She did every year.

"I was just asking." I rolled over to lay on my back, and looked out her window. "It's getting pretty dark, think we should start leaving sometime?" I asked sarcastically, noticing she was still starring at herself in the mirror, trying to fix whatever invisible imperfection she could still see.

"Hold on, there's this hair I can't get out of my forehead." I rolled my eyes and got up, pulling her arm towards the door.

"Miley please! You look perfect already! I swear no girl on that carpet will look more glamorous then you. Now let's go!" I grabbed a hold of her wrist and pulled her (gently) towards the exit, but she resited and walked back to her closet.

"Lemme get my purse. You go down and get in the car, I'll join you." I sighed but obeyed and left the room, walking down the stairs. Her mom had apperently already left, as I noticed her limo wasn;t in the driveway anymore. I grabbed my own bag and stormed out of the mansion, spotting our own limo parked in front. I walked up to it and openned the door, apologizing to the driver for being late.

"Miley should be here soon too, just give her some time to finish acheiving that look of perfection she craves so much.." I said, using a rather sarcastic tone for the last part of my sentence, as I did not, but not at all, understand why she felt she needed to do all this. She actually drove me crazy as I would daily hear her worry about how fat she thought she had gotten, or how she could see wrinkles appear on her face, or how she had a new zit apearing on her forehead... Damn, that was anything but true. I had never in my life seen any girl look as amazing as her, never. She was that kind of person that when she walked into a room, people would just litterally stop and stare at her, no words comming out of their mouths. She was just simply amazing.

"Here I am!" She shouted, her smile spread wide across her face. "Let's ROCK!" She giggled and got into the car, giving the driver the ok to leave. We buckled up and went on our previous conversation as the car started moving...

A.N. Haha this is my first post on fanfiction.. EVER. This is epic. I'm planning on turning this into a series... That would be cool huh? You dig this stuff? Please rate&review. 'Cause you know how it feels when you write and no one reviews, like you were talking to a wall. No matter how smart your speech may be, that wall will never give away any opinion about it... Hah that was weird wasn't it? ... Well I hope you enjoyed :D