Tori's POV:
I looked at Nikki, who was tossing clothes at me. "You have to look perfect, Tori!" she declared, handing me a soft rosa shirt. "Put this on." I looked at the hemd, shirt and then handed it back to her. "If it's okay with you, I think I'll wear my clothes for my date." I stood up and went to the dresser. Nikki huffed and said, "Fine."
I glanced at her over my shoulder. "So, Niall seems... into you." I say carefully. She sighs and flops backwards on her bed. "No he isn't. He hates me. I'm letting all the fame get to my head." I turn around, a black tank oben, nach oben in my hand. "My best friend has...
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