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*Cj's POV*
Just hanging around with Hope and Savannah, we decide to go upstairs to get somewhat ready. I put on a sweater and quickly put my hair in a French braid. We go downstairs and see the boys, we quickly grab our usual snacks and head upstairs. As we reach the room, I hear Taylor yelling my name for me to go back down. Saving an argument, I decide to go down and see what he needed.

"Mom said you and your friends need to hangout with us since they're out of town. We're going to lunch, get ready." Taylor said.

"When? where?" I sigh.

"Olive Garden & in 2 hours." He said not breaking eye contact with his game.

I run back upstairs , me and the girls start the convo.

"Bryan is such a headache, and if I break up with him, it'll make two people pissed." I say.

Hope starts, "What do you mean? Two people?"

"Remember? Her mom is forcing her to date him because of his money! Get with the program!" Savannah says in a sassy voice.

We laugh for a good 30 seconds & get back to the convo.

"Anyways, yea. What am I supposed to do? I don't even like Bryan and he has been getting way more demanding and controlling." I say nearly in tears.

They engrave me in a hug. I have no idea what I'd do without them. They're the only people I can truly trust with my life.

"I think you need to talk with your mom & she needs to understand that you need to be happy with your boyfriend. Not her." Savannah says with serious tone.

At the end of the sentence, a knock is heard at my door.

Savannah opens it, giving me enough time to wipe off my eyes.

Taylor stands there telling us we're leaving in an hour. Me and the girls get up and start changing. I let them borrow some outfits.

I keep on my leggings & put on my softball sweater. Keeping my hair in a French braid. It's not like I'm impressing anyone. Hope puts on some jeans and a tie dye shirt with her hair straight . Savannah wears her jean shorts and a loose tank top , wearing her curls that she had from before. We go downstairs, i put on my white vans. Savannah, converse. Hope, flip flops.

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