"I'm not going!" Heather laid down on her bed while her friends were still in the mirror.
The others stopped what they were doing and Bridget said, "What do you mean you're not going?"
"Because I don't feel good and I feel fat!" Heather complained.
"Heather you're such a drama queen, you look great." said Kelli.
"Well yeah but I really don't feel good. And my stomach hurt!" Heather rubbed her stomach.
Bridget sighed and said, "I told you not to eat that burger! Red meat is for people who don't care how they look! But not hot chicks like us! Especially you Heather!"
The girls giggled together.
"I think I"m gonna die!" Heather whined.
The others turned around to face Heather.
"Honey, what are you talking about? If you don't go, we don't go! We're BFFs and we're in this together." said Kelli.
Bridget walked and sat next to Heather on her bed. Maybe she just needed some encouragement. It's ok to be nervous sometimes. "Heather listen...you'll feel a lot better after a night of drinking and hot sex!" She smiled at her friend.
"Ok but if the party's lame, we can leave right?" Heather sat up.
Kelli pulled out her handcuffs and spun them around her finger. "Honey, that's what the dream police do. They break up bad parties."
"Come on! Let's go turn some heads!" Bridget smiled again.
That was enough to get Heather off her bed and join her girls. That's probably all she needed was just a girl talk from her BFFs! Everyone needs a little pep talk every once in a while.