Part 2

With excitement and happiness in their eyes the two ran into their rooms.

No one truly understood why the two had gotten along so well. They seemed like polar opposites. Samora was a bit short and chubby. Her hair was shoulder length and pastel pink, she always wore a hoodie and some sort of colored jegging to compliment. Her makeup was always light with some blush, eyeliner, and mascara.

Roza on the other hand, had long purple hair, every now and then she would wear a colored wig to match whatever monochromatic outfit she wore. Her body was covered in tattoos while her face and ears were pierced. She was tall and slender, some of her friends would joke around and call her "daddy long legs" because of her proportions. Her makeup would always be over the top, and would match whatever color she wore that day.

After some time one would come down in a pair of distressed dark wash jeggings, and a black hoodie with some combat boots. The other would come down, after some nagging about how long she was taking of course, in all purple. Her hair, her cropped top, skirt, and heels all purple. The one contrast were the back fishnets that would cover her legs and lower abdomen. She looked like she had just stepped right out of a paint swatch.

"Damn it's about time," Samora chuckled lightly as she put the box of Cheez-Its back into the cabinet.

Roza would giggle softly as she watched the other woman, "Pregaming before we get there?"

"Nah, a pregame would be taking a few shots of vodka before leaving," Samora would eye the bottles of liquor that sat on top of their fridge as she spoke, "but we all know that mixing alcohol isn't okay, so we're gonna hold off for a hot minute."

Samora was like an adult who never left her high school spirit behind, she always had house parties, slumber parties with all her other friends, and always found herself gossiping about an old crush or about all the girls who did her wrong and how fat they had gotten or how their relationships had fallen out.

Roza would just shake her head towards her best friend before clutching her phone and sliding it into the waistband of her fishnets, "Our ride's here."

The two would hold hands and swing their arms as they left, climbing into the back of the navy SUV that awaited them.