𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐒ᵃʳⁱᵃⁿᵃ ᵍʳᵃⁿᵈᵉ

eight

eight - rising tensions

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malarky jr: hey pretty 😁 you wanna go to a party with me???

ari: no, i do not

malarky jr: what?!? pleaseeee :((((

ari: why should i go??

malarky jr: well for one, you can be spending time with me. and two, alcohol

ari: ur a very convincing person, malarky jr

malarky jr: yeah ik

malarky jr: so u coming or not??? pls say yes

ari: sure, i'll come.

malarky jr: yessss

malarky jr: i'll be over in an hour

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y/n was, in fact, over in exactly one hour. when i opened the door to let her in, she picked me up and ran me over to her car, apparently very eager to get to this party.

i huffed as i changed the station on the radio, annoyed at how nothing was good. i gave up and turned the radio off all the way, slumping in my seat and looking over to y/n.

she had a small smile on her face, which i don't even think she knew she had. that was something i really like about y/n; she was always smiling. it didn't matter if it was small or big, it was always there.

"so where's this party at, anyway?" i asked, messing with the bottom of my denim skirt. y/n glanced my way for a second, her smile growing as she looked me up and down.

"it's at nadia's house. all three of us planned it." she smiled, seeming very proud of herself. i nodded quietly and decided to have another go at the radio.

the channel had on some stupid and overplayed pop song, making me groan. y/n giggled from beside me and reached down to grab a cord, holding it out to me. "here, use the aux."

i groaned again and slapped her on the arm. "you couldn't have told me that fifteen minutes ago?!" i pouted, snatching the aux out of her hand and plugging it into my phone.

i scrolled through my spotify before deciding to play an older rihanna song, knowing y/n would like it. y/n was literally a rihanna fanatic, and i don't blame her.

she bounced in her seat when she heard the beginning music of "take a bow," her smile somehow growing even bigger. "i love this song!"

i giggled and put my phone down on the center console, moving my body slowly to the music. "me too." i agreed, patting her arm gently to appreciate her taste.

y/n turned onto another street as she sang along, and i took a moment to listen to her. she really was a great singer, she was. i had known this for like—ever. we were in the same music class for years, and y/n was chosen to sing solos sometimes, and we had projects where we had to preform a song for the class. i appreciated her voice a lot because it was different. she had a rasp to it, and she was amazing at showing her emotions through her voice and her expressions.