"Holy shit girl"

There are two racks of clothes filling up space in my small living room. I live in an apartment building with a lot of our university mates. The apartments are close to uni and affordable which is good but on the negative, they are tiny as hell. Danielle and I live in a one bedroom apartment and split everything. My living room looks like a closet with a TV and a couch. 

"This fabric is to die for and so are these colors"

Nella was practically squealing while looking at the dresses. She looked like a kid in a candy shop. She is a bit of a fashionista and a total diva. There were over twenty dresses easily and they all look expensive. Nella isn't lying about the colors either. The dresses come in greens, purples, silvers, blacks, blues, yellows, red and combinations of everything in between. 

"How did Romancia and Gianna afford something like this?"

I knew that their family was well off but I didn't think they have this much money. Those girls must have pretty big allowances. 

"They didn't, the Bianchi's are pretty rich, I think their parents wanted you to wear these more than the girls."

Nella met the family once and she hates them. Romancia and Gianna had to stay home and Nella offered to drop off some school work. She was extremely unhappy when I asked her what happened. It turns out that she was treated like a "peasant" and not allowed inside for two hours. To make matters even worse it had been raining that night and her hair got all messed up. Nella's pride and joy is her hair.  

"What the fuck is in the living room, Annet, a damn clothing store?" 

Danielle strolls out of our bedroom in a very short dress and is putting on some hoop earrings. I would have thought she would appreciate the clothes because shes majoring in clothing design. I guess she is just too wrapped up in herself to pay attention 

"Danielle, must you always make yourself known?"

Nella is giving Danielle a death stare. That girl doesn't like her. 

"Whatever, Nella. wanna have a good time with me tonight? you might actually have some fun for once." 

Danielle blew her a kiss. She knows Nella despises her and loves to make her all flustered. Nella just takes some dresses and sits down on the couch.

"I would rather stay here than go with you"

Danielle looks kind of pissed but then plasters on a big smile. She hates it when people deny her and Nella never fails to do so. She turns around to slip on some black high heels and walks towrds the door.

"I will be out all night so lock the door when you leave" 

With that, Danielle left the room in a hurry. How does this girl party almost every night?

"That woman is vile"

She is staring at the spot where Danielle used to be. She could burn a hole in the floor with the heat in her gaze. 

"Nella, the reason you don't like her is that she lead your brother on"

Nella loves her family and they are all very close. Her older brother Jackson came for a visit about a month ago. When Nella came to my apartment with Jackson he seemed like a nice smart boy. I was right about nice but not so much about the smart. Danielle made herself known very quickly and somehow got him to go out with her while Nella and I were left at home. Jackson really liked Danielle but after that night she didn't give him the time of day. I heard she didn't even sleep with him and just sorta danced until morning.  

"She is a spoiled brat who uses people and doesn't even care"

"You would let her use you for a night. Have some nice hate sex, I hear its a little rough but then again that's how you like it"

The look of shock is evident on her face. I know im not wrong though and I find it kind of funny

"Listen here, Annie, if you keep that up im not doing your hair"

She is trying to give me a death glare but I must admit it is cute as hell. It reminds me of a child trying to be serious 

"Who said I wanted you to do my hair?"

Im teasing her and I know its a bit much but I can't help it, she is too easy. She throws the dresses off her lap and onto the floor. Its soooo like Nella to get offended over the littlest things and then run away. My big glamazon is very sensitive and can't control her emotions. 

I leap up and attack her from behind. It must look pretty silly because in my small apartment two full-grown woman are rolling around on the floor. I start to tickle her and all you here is this beautiful meek laugh coming from Nellas lips. 

"Am I forgiven?"

"Yes, yes just stop the tickling and, get your butt the washroom. The curling iron and straightener should be ready by now" 

"Yes mam"

I get up and run over to the washroom. I sit down on the small stool in front of my sink and mirror as Nella makes her way over to me. She takes her work seriously when it comes to hair. She even gets me to use oil for my own main. 

"We are going to try and get these waves of hair under control because I know you don't like to sit still"  

Nella went to work. She straightened some areas and curled others. I am mesmerized by her handy work. The end of this little session shows cascading curls resting on my shoulders and going down to my breasts. 

"Now let's give you a bit a makeup or, are you against that?"

"I guess I can put on a bit of lipstick and mascara" 

I usually don't wear any makeup because I hate taking it off, im incredibly lazy when it comes to this stuff. But I can't get rid of this feeling that tonight is important.