ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ

the sleepover ☁️

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fluff ☁️
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           "HEY, I WAS literally gone for three minutes tops. Where'd the popcorn go?" F/N groaned, hands on her hips as she gestured at the empty bowl.

B/N slowly turned to look at the angered girl, her guilty eyes opened wide as she licked her greasy fingers.
F/N gave her a disgusted look and they stood there for a moment, sharing an angering silence.

After holding back laughter for less than a minute, I gave in and erupted into an abundance of snorts. F/N gave me an annoyed look as she snatched the bowl from B/Ns hands and walked out of the room.

"Can you blame me for being hungry? Y/N made, like, two slices of pizza." B/N said, pointing a greasy finger at me. I threw the box of napkins at her with full force.

"I ordered them. And they were two larges and came with a bag of twelve breadsticks." I said in defense.

"Y/N, where do you keep the popcorn again?" F/N shouted from the kitchen, briefly pausing our squabble.

"The top shelf of the pantry." I yelled back. I heard various trudges and groans before she stormed back into the living room.

"I think you're all out." she said disappointingly, eyeing B/N with a death stare. However, the girl was too busy to notice as she tapped through Instagram stories.

F/N plopped on the spot next to me, grabbing the other end of the blanket and pulling it over her knees. I grabbed the remote from the side table and pressed play. We just got to the part where Jack Sparrow was finally about to seize the Black Pearl.

(A++ if you know the movie name AND which part)

"Wait, pause it." B/N said. I groaned, reaching over and pausing the movie yet again. She put her phone up to our level, an image of candies and sodas coming into view. It was captioned with a spam of drooling emojis. I pointed at my favorite candies in the corner of the picture.

"I'm craving those right now, thanks a lot, B/N." I could drool just thinking about them.

"They're at C/B/Ns sleepover. C/Ns there, too."

"Your point?"

"We should go crash it."

I choked on thin air and F/N quickly handed me my water glass from the coffee table. I nearly chugged it.

"You've gotta be out of your mind now, B/N." F/N spoke for me, slapping my back as I broke into coughs and wheezes.

"Did I break her?" B/N said. I calmed down and drank the last couple drops of water, leaning back into the leather cushions of the couch.

"You could've." I said tiredly.

"I feel like you two forget C/B/N's my boyfriend sometimes. He won't care." B/N defended herself.

"You're not what i'm worried about," F/N said. She turned to me with a smile.

"This one, on the other hand..."

I grabbed a pillow and hit her just as I hit B/N with the tissue box. She screeched an ear-tickling scream, like nails on a chalkboard.

"Maybe this'll be her night. Let's go play matchmaker, F/N." B/N said, taking F/Ns hand and pulling her up from the couch. She grabbed her polka dotted pillow and slid on her fluffy koala slippers. I groaned, looking at F/N with pleading eyes. She looked at me with a solemn smile and shrugged.

"It won't hurt your chances, Y/N." she said, grabbing my hand and pulling me up. I sighed, knowing it was 2 to 1 and against them, I had no chance. I grabbed my pillow and tossed F/N hers as we followed B/N to the door.
F/N slid on her white flats in ease, watching as I stared at my shoe options scattered across the floor.