HOW TO NOT LOSE YOUR DOG.
( chapter twenty eight, imessage + phone call )

effy
!!!!CODE RED!!!!
🚨🚨🚨🚨

mona (lisa)

what's code red bitch ⁉️

effy
well
tom might've just asked me to
the spiderman premiere...
that's what's code red, bitch !!!!!

mona (lisa)
HE DID WHAT?!

effy
I KNOW 😭

mona (lisa)
about damn time too 🤡🤔

effy
MONA
I'M FUCKING PANICKING HERE

mona (lisa)
ok girl 🤚🏼
gimme a sec

" CALL ACCEPTED. "

"sorry, sis. i had to run out of the
shops- bit out of breath... tell me everything. i'm listening."

"mona- i don't think i can do it..."

"do what?"

"go to the premiere with tom..."

"what?! why not?"

"because- i'll be in the public eye and i'm scared everyone will judge and scrutinise everything about me! like, they'll judge my outfit, my looks, and even me being there!" sigh. "and it'll be tom's special night and i just don't want to ruin it for him... that's all."

"so... you don't want to go because you're
afraid of being judged?"

"i mean no!- but yeah, i guess..."

"sis... you can't run away from the inevitable. people are going to judge you even if you're the most stunning, most attractive girl at that premiere. they're gonna find some way to hate you."

"so. what you need to do... is not give one single flying fuck."

"... and how do i not give a fuck about people's comments towards me?"

"well firstly, by not backing out at the fear of the unknown. you're not a chicken, effy clarke. and you never have been. so you're not going to start now, you hear me?"

"no, i'm not."

"chickens are bitches, girl! so, you're gonna roll up to premiere like a badass and own it. you're effy fucking clarke!"

"i can do that... i mean, i've done it all my life,
so what's the harm of a few nasty comments? right?"

"i believe you can do it and so does beau. and i bet you tom believes you can too! but you've just got to believe it yourself, yeah?"

"okay- ok. but if i ring you up the second i get to the premiere with a panic attack-"

"then i'll repeat what i just told you. own that damn premiere!"

"okay. okay, i think i'm gonna go now... "

"i promise you'll have the time of your life! i'll be watching with beau from twitter and we can do your makeup and i think i have some dresses stored away somewhere..."

"are you not coming?"

"wait- wait! shut the fuck up- am i allowed?!"

"you didn't know?!"

"NO!"

"duh you're allowed to come! you think i'm gonna let you sit at home and play couch commando?!!"

"i'm about to pass out- get some fucking clothes on."

"huh- why?"

"we're going dress shopping bitch. see you in bit!"

( end of chapter. )