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You've always loved to party. It was your get away from life and life's consequences. More about the consequences from your younger mistakes. There's nothing you can do...
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♡︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎
☞︎ ꧁ You sighed, your face pressed against the soft pillow. "Fuckkk.." You softly groaned.
The echoing headache bouncing through your head as your best-friend walked in the room. Siting on the bed and placing the glass of water on the cabinet. As-well as some pain relievers freely out of the bottle, waiting to be swallowed.
"Get 'outta my room." You quickly said, peering slightly off the pillow. Starring daggers at the girl sitting at your bed. ꧂
"I bring you relief, yet you're still bitching about it." She got off the bed, walking to the closet and grabbing a sweater. "How kind of you Y/n." You sultrily giggle into the pillow, grabbing the pair of pills and dry swallowed them. Before grabbing the glass of water and chugging it greedily. A small relief rushing through your head, before the pain returned again. Enticing another groan.
"I told you not to go out, but you never listen to me." She sassily said. Sitting on her bed and tilting her head at you. "Just tone it back for a day. Yeah?" You shook your head, ignoring her.
"I going out tonight, I promised Victoria another night out." You shifted to your side. Looking at Rachel.
"You promised me a movie night yesterday, yet you partied. All day yesterday." She quickly spat, malice and resentment hidden behind every word. You sucked on your bottom lip.
"Fine, the next promise I make I will completely live up to it." You quickly made eye contact with her. "Whatever that might be." Rachel sighed and got up from the bed. Staring daggers at you.
"Promise?" You groaned and rolled your eyes, noticing what she did.
"I promise." You muttered enough to where she could hear. She didn't say a word as she walked to the door, slamming it behind her. You sighed and laid on your back, staring at the ceiling above. Your head fairly empty and tired. The pain bouncing through with no intention of stopping. Making you look outside. The Moon proudly bright and shining above, making the clouds shine every-time they passed the moon.
