Amelia couldn't help but shake her head as she took a drag of the cigarette. Pressing her palms to the edge of the counter, her eyes never left her reflection. Messy, she thought bitterly to herself, rubbing at the dark circles that rested under her eyes. Tonight was probably her last night to get wild before she packed up and was shipped off to a rehabilitation center. A dread settled in her stomach at the thought, but maybe she needed a break from this fucking town. Surely, no one would miss her. "Ugh, what am I, a fifteen-year-old girl?" She scoffed at her own thoughts, snickering to herself as she took another long drag of the cig. It was a party, for fuck's sake. She should be getting hyped. Not acting like she was about to attend her own funeral. Turning on the faucet of the bathroom sink, she put the dwindling cigarette underneath the water. As it sizzled out, Amelia tossed it into the trash, before splashing her face with the cool tap water.
She needed to look her best for the evening, which meant at least an hour doing her makeup. Her highlighter has to be on point or she'll just be a lost cause. Her eyes scanned the mass array of products she owned, a little hum settling in the back of her throat as she pulled out a plum matte lippie. Jason would surely be there, and she wanted to look her best when she told him about her plan to get over her addiction. Maybe it would stop him from sleeping around. A girl can hope, at least. She grimaced to herself at the thought, pushing it to the back of her mind as she applied the lipstick and smiled at herself in the reflection. Royal purples were always so complimentary.
It took a decent while for her to get her appearance the way she wanted it. She ran her fingers through her hair, mussing it up some before she nodded in contempt. She had to pick out an outfit for the party. She slipped into something simple and stylish, tugging at the sleeves of her throw. She was probably going to be in mom jeans and pajamas at the rehab center, so why not go all out tonight? Grabbing her phone, she looked at her lockscreen. A picture of her and Jason from a couple months ago, grinning together before they started fighting. Scowling, she shoved the device into her pocket.
Stepping into the museum, Amelia grinned as she saw some familiar faces. She waved at a few of them, hugged a few more, and simply made herself known at the party. She grabbed a drink, taking a sip of it and leaning against one of the displays. She pulled her phone out once more, pulling up Jason's number before sending him a lighthearted text.
Tell me when you're here. I miss you. (;
They were always fighting nowadays, but maybe one night of fun could help rekindle their broke relationship.