<b>@izzie_drizzie:</b> <i>Going out with @olivejade tonight. PARTY HARD! Exams can kiss my ass.</i>

Ok, I hope you don't think I'm overly-obsessed with the overly-gorgeous Olivia Jade. Though, I can't give you reasons why anyone (boy or girl) would <i>not</i> be obsessed with my best mate But still. I'm just excited, ok? I like going out; can't say I do too much of that anyway. You'd expect a girl like me to be as fun-loving and carefree as my best mate counterpart, but that doesn't seem to be the case. Not all the time, honestly. And, well, though I do love fun therefore I am "fun-loving", I can't say too much about being carefree. Liv is a different story of course. She likes it when people come up to us and ask us if we're sisters. She absolutely loves that term of endearment, "sisters". I think it's touching that she thinks that way, but as much as I love her, she isn't always the brightest little minx in the jungle. When people ask if we're sisters, they're merely asking because we're just <i>too</i> damn opposite to even be friends. I thought the whole "opposites attract" rubbish only applied to relationships. Guess they'd want to eat their words when they meet Liv and me.

"God blimey, Liv," I groaned, stretching myself out on her bed. I never really liked staying over at her place, much less inside her room. It was filthy, to be honest. And I could only imagine how many guys had ejected their schnozzle juice out on her sheets. So I sprung back up to a sitting position. "What is taking you so long to go out? I called you an hour ago and you said you were already getting ready!"

Liv popped her head out of her bathroom door to toss me a look. A curling iron was in her hand, frying the living daylights out of her long blonde hair.

"We've got all the time we need, you minger," she called out from her bathroom. "I've still got to change my shirt!"

I scrunched my nose. "What the hell is wrong with the one you have on now?!"

"It's not tight enough," she answered.

Rolling my eyes, I got off of her bed.

"Oi! Where're you going?" She asked, as she noticed me make my way towards her door.

"Going to go watch the telly with your brother," I said, running a hand through my hair and readjusting my shirt in front of the full mirror behind her door.

Liv scoffed. "No snogging! That's disgusting!"

I could only give her a dirty look. But she did have a point there.

Can't say that I've never had a crush on Liv's older brother, Tom. And what can I say? Their entire family is <i>gorgeous</i>. But it's not like Tom would've ever noticed me anyhow as more than just "Liv's best mate". He's seen me before the boobs and the long legs. Before I took up swimming and ditched the one-piece for a bikini. Mind you, I never thought of Tom as an "older brother". He's just too gorgey-porgey for me to even think that way.

I descended down the stairs and entered the living room where Tom - in all his 6 foot glory - was sprawled out on the couch watching a cricket match. Quietly, I sat down on the loveseat perpendicular to their couch. Tom looked up. Smiling, he adjusted himself so as to be in a more comfortable and appropriate sitting position in front of a lady.

"Izzie, love," he bubbled. "I see you and Liv the Tosser are going out for the night, yeah?"

I could only giggle timidly. His gorgeous brown eyes are impeccable. Just don't tell Liv about anything I've been saying about her own brother. She'd flip her shit.

"Well, only if she'd be ready. She takes centuries to fix herself up."

Tom shrugged. "You should've figured that out earlier in your friendship."