“SUCK IT IN!!” Hadley yelled.  Her hold on my zipper tightened and she looked me in the eye and hissed: “I said suck it in woman!”

“I’m sucking! Bloody hell! I…I should have known this wouldn’t fit me” I said referring to the body tight leather pants Hadley made me buy.  In a size too small I might add.  “I promise you’ll look like you were born with these pants on” she had said earlier.  It looks like I’ll die in it too.  I can’t breath.

Finally the stubborn zipper cooperated and the wonder pants were on.  I looked at myself in the mirror.  Hadley, Shay and I were going to a friend’s party tonight and we had to look flawless.  In a wild oh-my-goodness-I-don’t-have-anything-to-wear frenzy, the girls took me shopping and I emerged with the infamous leather pants, a gold sparkly top and stilettos that made me look miles taller than the midget I really am.  Shay curled my shoulder length jet black hair and insisted on applying gold glittery stuff all over my blue eyes.  “Oh dear me” I moaned “I can’t breath and all I see is gold.”

“Oh zip it, you sissy-girl.” Hadley snapped.  She frightened me.  Really she did.  Italian to the bone and one hell of an Italian temper to match.  Even the guys she dated were afraid of her. Hadley is tall and dark and unbelievably gorgeous.  I feel like dog next to her.  Walking in the shadow of her beauty Shay once said.

“Now come on.  I don’t even know why I’m going to this…this kiddie party.” Hadley sulked.

“Oh come off it!” Shay said “You want to go and there’s no denying it.  You fancy Carson, you Carson-fancier!”

“AHHH!” Hadley screamed and threw Shay with my Mega Ultra Body Brush.

“Oh grow up both of you.” I said ‘You are no longer 19 years old.  We are sophisticated 24year old women.”

“Uh…yeah” Hadley said while taking out her gum and sticking it under my dressing table and walked out.

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We fell out of Shay’s busted vehicle and limped toward Kyle’s front door.  Shay has the oldest, most busted up car we’ve ever seen.  The two front doors are the original blue and the back doors are as pink as a radio active flamingo.  The bonnet a puke-green shade and the back seats were non-existent.  Hadley got drunk one night and left her open bottle of Vodka on Shay’s backseat.  An old friend, Eric, walked by and after lighting his cigarette; the jackass threw his match over his shoulder.  Pointless to say it went right through the open window and landed on the alcohol-soaked seat. No need to say what happened next.  Shay eventually ripped out the scorched seats and threw in a couple of pillows and blankets.  A mobile bed she called it.

I walked up to the door and with my hand still midway in the air, someone opened the door and yelled:  “Laken’s here!” while spilling beer all over him.  This was gonna be a long night.