𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 - 𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚌𝚑 (on hold)

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india jalyse

it was the end of yet another day. i couldn't begin to recall what i did today, despite the fact that i haven't left my house to do anything other than go to work in weeks. i laid my head back against my headboard, turning on netflix for the night. i curled my toes underneath my blanket as i queued up american horror story. my nights have consisted of this for the past couple of weeks. i felt so at peace in the warm embrace of my bed. laying my head down on top of my pillows, i sat contently as the next episode started. i need to get a pedicure tomorrow, i silently reminded myself while i mindlessly wiggled my toes. my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my phone ringing on my nightstand. i quickly turned over to see a facetime request from my best friend. i accepted the call and sat up. "hey stasi." i said with a smile.

i immediately noticed that she was driving. i sighed to myself. something tells me she's headed to my house, i thought to myself. she peeled her eyes away from the road in front of her and turned to look at me, turning her face up when she realized i was laying in bed. "are you really sitting in bed again? that's it, we're going to the club." she yelled through the phone, as if i couldn't hear her loud and clear if she spoke in a lower voice. 

i sighed again, a bit louder this time. "nastasia, i don't wanna go out." i whined. i've never been the most extroverted person, but nastasia's solution to every problem is going out to a club or a party. my family always wondered how we became friends in the first place, as we're polar opposites of one another. she's the textbook definition of a party animal, while i still have to practice reciting my food orders in public. it's almost like it's been her personal mission since we've met to pull me out of this shell, but i can't assure you that it's working well.

"is this about that boy? is that why you don't ever wanna leave your house; because of jordan?" my face scrunched up at the mention of his name. she parked her car and took the key out of the ignition. "india, you're gonna have to leave the house and face the world at some point. why not let tonight be that night?" i sighed for the third time. she was right, but i'd be damned if i gave her the satisfaction of acknowledging that she's right. i stared blankly at the stillframe of evan peters glancing back at me from my tv screen,  pondering on what she said. i just knew she wasn't gonna take no for an answer, so there was no point in thinking as hard as i was right now. she's sitting outside of my house right now, that girl is not taking no for an answer.

i rubbed the bridge of my nose with my thumb and middle fingers. nastasia's face lit up as i finally obliged. she stepped out of her car, locking it behind her. she walked quickly from her car to my front porch. she didn't say another word. instead, she rang my doorbell twice and then hung up the phone.

i ran out of my room and down the steps of my townhouse, opening the door for nastasia. she pushed the door the rest of the way open and walked inside. "bro your neighbor? what's his name.. david? i totally just caught him staring me down like a freak! like from the moment i pulled up until right before you opened the door." she threw herself onto my sectional and kicked her gucci slides off. i started to laugh but i also wasn't surprised

"maybe he tryna fuck wit you, why don't you give him a chance?"

"girl please! he couldn't hit it if i threw it at him! i honestly would never."

"mmhmm, we'll see about that. now get up and let's find something for me to wear before i change my mind." i looked at stasi's outfit and it definitely wasn't anything worth going out in. she was dressed in a pair of grey joggers and a white rugrats crop top, which i'm almost certain she stole from my closet. babygirl spent more time in my closet than i did. i turned on my heels and walked back upstairs to my room and stasi followed, closing the door behind her. she immediately opened the doors to my walk-in closet and started skimming through my dresses and pantsuits. i sat down on the edge of my bed and watched her as she pulled out potential outfits for the both of us. she turned towards me and dropped a silky blue spaghetti strap dress and a pair of strappy silver stilettos in my lap. she turned back and started to find an outfit for herself.