(𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞) 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

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eighteen!






third person pov:

the group arrived to the cabins and checked in. originally there were seven of them so there were three cabins booked. ale bryce and robby were to share a cabin and the two couples were to get one of their own. but you know what happened. while at the front desk robby grabs a flier on a gathering that's happening tonight in someone's cabin.

"yo party tonight yall down to go?"
he asks

"you know i'm down. where the bitches at"
bryce smirks and dances

"the way i've never met a bigger manwhore than you"
chy shakes head

"now i know damn well that gotta be a joke"
v says

"what?"

"mattia is the biggest slut i know"
rob says

"emphasis on the slut. sorry bro bro but she can't be tarnishing ya boy like that"
bryce shrugs

"mmcht man fuck all y'all"
mattia groans

"see told you. slut."

"robert die"

[time skip]

"YO LETS GO ITS BRICK AS HELL OUTSIDE"
mattia yells up the stairs

"you know we have to be fashionably late to every occasion baby"
chy walks towards him

"yea we aren't y'all we don't get shit off the floor and cover the stench with cologne"
v adds

"die"
the boys say in unison

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send message to 'boy toy💟'
yes|no

me
don't trip i think you look very fucking fuckable rn

boy toy💟
i know i always look good mama

me
die

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[time skip]

the group walked in and it looked totally different from new jersey. kids shotgunning bud light, doing coke off eachother- you know. that white people shit. back home the hardest drug they did was xanax. but here there's people doing fentanyl and sharing needles.

"bro what the fuck is going on"
chy asks

"uh un forget i said anything we just got here and bitches getting naked no."
robert turns around

"let's just walk through the crowd and get into the backyard"
mattia says over the music

"yea you know bitches strip for bryce. they would strip for mattia but YOU happened"
bryce points to chy

"nigga- i think you're jealous"
v says

"no. i just want my hoe back"

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