cinderella! dreamwastaken

sixteen!

–CINDERELLA.

"hey, where's your sister?" clay turned towards loren, who just shrugged. "i feel like i upset her yesterday"

"i dunno, who cares" she groaned, snuggling into the boy beside her more and burying her face in his chest

"yeah, sorry" he pressed a kiss against her forehead and squeezed her tightly.

"i feel like she's the favourite, like she's gets on with everyone so well"

"woah um, not true? who said anyone was comparing the two of you anyway?" clay sighe

"it just feels that way, do you see the boys fighting over who gets to give me piggybacks and do duets with me"

"w—well that's because we—you know, we're—we've got our thing" the boy's words jumbled, as he tried to find the right way to describe them.

"what exactly is our thing?" she lifted her head from on his chest and cocked her head slightly.

"a thing" he smirked at her, causing her to giggle and bury her head in his chest.

"so are you gonna man up and ask me out or not?" she mumbled into his chest, causing him to laugh.

"loren, do you wanna be my girlfriend?" he bit the inside of his cheek, nervously.

"no shit dummy" she leant up and attached their lips.

"CLAY!" they were interrupted as george burst through the door.

"can you not see we're in the middle of something?" clay laughed, as his friend covered his eyes.

"look, i need you! karl and nick want a volleyball rematch!"

"what why?! we absolutely destroyed them"

"don't ask me, theyre weird okay, let's go" george tapped his foot impatiently.

"nooo, george fuck off" loren whined, pulling the boy back into bed.

"lor, i'll come back" he reasoned, as she reluctantly loosened her grip.

"fine" she sighed, sitting up, "i guess i'll grab some food"

"i'll see you in a bit" he waved, before turning on hit a heel and running outside to beat the shit out of nick and karl.

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"bambiii" loren yelled as she jogged up the stairs. the curly headed girl sighed as she awoke from her nap. loren always said her name like that when she wanted something.

"what's up?" she asked cautiously.

"i was thinking, what if we put out a bedwars video tomorrow instead of sunday? just to spice things up"

"i—uh—that's still got like almost a days worth of editing left for me to do"

"i know, but i think it'd be worth it"

"uh, wilbur already planned something us for tomorrow"

"well if you try, you could get it done today!" loren spoke with enthusiasm, trying to rial her up.

"i don't think we should ren, it'll just stuff up the schedule and we're on holidays, i've been up late editing enough already. i don't wanna do it again"

"well it's my channel, not yours" she stated, even though the comment didn't have much weight. bambi had already come to terms with that, she had been coming to terms with that for over a year now.

"then pay an editor to get it done! you don't even pay me to edit" bambi threw her head back in frustration.

"i pay you so much to help me with the coding and the steams! i cant believe you!"

"ren i'm not gonna argue with you, especially not about money"

"that's what i thought" she muttered, shaking her head.

"oh my god! you always do this" bambi ran a finger through her hair, trying not to squeal of frustration.

"seriously? how do you think i feel! it's like now you have all your new friends you hate me! why won't you do this one thing for me?!" loren threw her hands up in the air.

bambi took a deep breath. she wanted to scream but she couldn't. it was no use. in loren's eyes she could never be in the wrong. bambi was always including her with the boys and niki but loren had always been busy with george, nick and clay.

"are you going to edit the video or not" loren broke the silence.

"no." she stated firmly.

"ugh!" loren huffed, turning and stomping back down the stairs. bambi immediately called drake, in an extremely distressed state.

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SOPH'S CORNER!
all imma say thank god for george