URGE • Fezco • Euphoria

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Spraying on a bliss of perfume behind her ears, Liz had finished her look for tonight and smiled to herself in the mirror.

"Liz has always liked the way she looked. She's never felt insecure about herself and walked around like she owned the place, yet she's still invisible to a lot of people. But that's what makes the girl so interesting."

She turned away from the mirror and walked over to her bed where she found her purse thrown somewhere on the Snow White sheets that were lazily spread across the double bed.

After forcefully stuffing the perfume bottle into the tiny purse, Liz headed outside her bedroom and down the narrow staircase that was placed against the living room wall at her aunts house.

"You look like a slut."
Lea eyes her older sister up and down from her spot on the couch before turning her attention back to the phone that was clammed into her hand.

"Lea Coughlan is a pain in the ass.
Unlike her sister, she hates being in the background and wishes the attention to be on her 99% of the time, which is most possibly the outcome of the lack of attention she had received during her early childhood.
Lea is known for her sass and attitude and that somehow impresses a lot of kids in her grade. She's got a lot of friends and doesn't give a fuck if she's hurting people's feelings.
She was a lot to handle but still she was extremely loved by her older sister."

"Thank you Lea."
Liz shot the fourteen year old a fake smile.
"Where's marie?"

"Kitchen"
Lea replied without even bothering to look up from her phone.

making her way towards the kitchen, where she found her aunt deeply focused on a cookbook she was reading at the dining table, Liz filled a glass of water and hopped on the counter.

"Marie Coughlin is an incredible chef. She always cooks up the best fucking dishes ever made and hands it out to her friends, which my mother is surprisingly one of, which is why I got to experience the woman's amazing talent for cooking."

"You look cute."
Marie flashed a genuine smile when she finally snapped away from the book in front of her and noticed her niece sitting on the counter, wearing a wide long sleeved brown mesh top with a lace black bralette underneath and a pair of baggy black Corduroy pants.
"I didn't know you had plans for tonight."

"There's a party at Chris McKay's house."
Liz explained to the brunette woman after taking a sip from the glass of water.
"I wasn't planning on going at first, but I'm bored so why not."

"Sounds fun."
Marie slapped the book shut, turning her attention to Liz.
"Is he a friend of yours? This Chris I mean."

"McKay? Definitely not. But like, everyone will be there so I guess I'll just check it out for a bit."
Liz places her now empty glass in the sink before hopping off the counter.

"Okay, well, be safe, don't get too drunk and keep your grimy little hands away from drugs."
Marie warned the girl with a strict face, but a bit of playfulness was shown in her eyes.

"That won't be a problem, I'll only need my nose for the drugs I'll be doing tonight."
Liz quickly made her way out of the kitchen after dropping the bomb to hear a loud shouting of her name was heard from back at the dining table.

The blonde smiled to herself and headed to the hallway to put on her black dr. Martens before walking back inside the living room to grab her purse and tell her family to have a good night as she heads out towards the car.

"It's not a big surprise to see someone as responsible as Liz get into her car while heading to a party. Unlike every other person there, she didn't really feel the need to get drunk tonight. She wasn't addicted to either alcohol or drugs, she did use it from time to time when she felt like it, but never even came close to an addiction."