"Does this dress make my butt look weird?" I asked Mia, turning my back to the mirror in an attempt to look at my butt. The black dress I was currently putting on hugged my curves, and I didn't think I liked that very much.
Those who know will know that if you are wearing a little black dress to a club, your look depends on, one, a banging body; two, a banging butt and body.
"Jess, you should be more worried about your lips than those butt, girl. I told you to get fillers last week," my best friend Mia said, putting her mirror down and eyeing me up and down.
"You could also use Botox, Jess; it would do you some good," she said.
"And I thought we agreed that you were going to lose a few pounds," Mia said, picking up her mirror again.
Mia has been my best friend for almost twelve years now, and she has been the biggest critic I have in my life.
We met outside at a school playground; I think I can't remember fully. The details were faint. I liked Mia a lot back then, and now because she didn't let people push her around, and she extended that same grace to her friends.
We were a quartet of friends, each being close to a certain someone in the group, as it is in all female friendships.
Mia and I had met first in a school playground, as I mentioned earlier, and we all met together at Sunday school in one of the tea parties the teachers hosted.
Angie and Stacy had always been closer to each other, no doubt, but altogether, we complemented each other really well, or at least I would like to think so.
That's why we stuck together; we were made for each other (in a non-sexual way, of course). So where people saw rudeness and a need to be angry at all the harsh words Mia threw very... very often, I saw love. Tough love.
I pulled at the length of my dress one more time, staring at my butt and glancing at my lips. I didn't see anything wrong with them before, but now the proportions didn't look right anymore.
"Here, use this," Mia said, throwing one of her red lip glosses at me, and I caught it mid-air, frowning.
"This doesn't look like me, M's," I said, and she rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, that's because the only person that looks like you is probably Virgin Mary, and you are going to a fucking club," Mia said, putting down her mirror and coming to stand behind me.
"Plus, it brings out your eyes," Mia said, slinging her hands around my shoulders, and I giggled.
"Where are Angie and Stacy anyway?" I asked as she straightened up.
"I texted them earlier; they agreed to meet us at the club. Angie had problems with her dress or something," Mia said.
"Oh," I said, dabbing the red lipstick on my lips. I still don't think it's my color. "I hope she is okay," I added.
"She is; just Angie being Angie. But do you wanna know what is not okay?" Mia said, packing up her purse.
"No...?" I replied.
"Your lips. I would take you to get Botox tomorrow," Mia said pointedly just as I was about to reply that my lips were okay and there was nothing wrong with them. The doorbell rang, thankfully.
Mia did a little squeal, practically pushing me out of the mirror and running her fingers through her hair.
"How do I look?" she asked, bunching up her already short dress further up her waist. That means her boyfriend Damien was here already.
"Amazing," I replied with a half-kipped smile.
"Of course," she said, flipping her hair to the back and swaying her hips as she walked out of the room.
I dabbed more red onto my lips and packed my stuff quickly, running down with her as well.
Damien and my boyfriend Brad were probably waiting together downstairs, and Brad hates it even when I am a second late.
When we got down the stairs, Mia bunched her cloth more. I was surprised it could still go further at this point. She opened the door slowly and seductively.
"I bought you flowers," Damien said, stepping inside and grabbing her waist, pulling her closer to him.
Mia threw her hand around his neck, pressing her forehead against his, and I continued to watch awkwardly midway through the stairs.
"That's so cute, babe," Mia said, giggling before pressing her lips to his.
"Do you like my dress?" Mia asked, and he moved his hands to her now almost exposed butt and gave it a smack, making me clear my throat loudly. That's enough.
"I am going to step outside," I said, but I wasn't even acknowledged. Damien pressed his lips to her neck, and she threw her head back, grabbing his hair.
"Please move out of my way," I muttered under my breath. Damien lifted his eyes but not his lips, sticking out his tongue to lick her earlobes, and my eyes almost bulged out from the sockets in surprise.
The way he looked at me... He looked like a predator only that I wasn't at his mercy. A chill ran down my spine and I cleared my throat again trying to compose my self.
"Hi, Jess," Damien said, pulling out of Mia, and I rolled my eyes slightly, shoving him out of the way.
"Hi yourself," I said and walked out of the house, making sure to bang the door loudly.
I know it was really uncalled for, but so was that mini sex I just witnessed. Unlike Mia, who pulled her dress up when she approached the door, I pulled my dress down until it couldn't move anymore.
I could already spot Brad leaning against his yellow Ferrari, smoking, and I frowned instantly, annoyed. I had already told him that I hated those things.
He immediately threw it to the ground, stomping it out with his shoes and smiling awkwardly.
"You are late," Brad said, walking towards me, holding no flowers.