In the middle

7- My funeral.

SS: to celebrate the movie coming out why don't I take you out for dinner.
Y/n: yeah that would be nice.
SS: I'll pick you up at 7 tomorrow?
Y/n: yeah sounds good. Wait. Actually why don't we go as a group. You know like a team cap sorta thing.
SS: oh okay. I was thinking just me and you but sure.
Y/n: great I'll text them all.

*after you left Sebastian's house you drove home*
Y/n: Florence?
TH: she's in your room.
Y/n: why is she in my room?
TH: I don't know
Y/n: flo!

*you ran to your room to see Florence laying on your bed*
Y/n: what are you doing?
FP: napping.
Y/n: well nap later. The most awkward thing just happened.
FP: go on.
Y/n: Sebastian asked to take me out to dinner. I said yes but then had to quickly make it a group thing. He looks so disappointed when I changed the plan.
FP: aww you hurt his feelings.
Y/n: shut up I know I did! Oh god. Now I have to have dinner with Sebastian, Chris, Mackie, lizzy and I think Paul. It's going to be so awkward.
FP: oh girl. You shouldn't have got with two people.
Y/n: your not helping. Just kill me now. Say nice things at my funeral and don't look at my texts.
FP: y/n Holland. A best friend, sister, daughter and a player of men. She made her way around them. So good she wrote a best seller about a girl and there men.
Y/n: I hate you.
FP: oh by the way I cleaned out one of your drawers.
Y/n:why?
FP: so I have some of my stuff here. It's tiring going back and forth to mine then back here.
Y/n: just move in then.
FP: okay.
Y/n: I was being sar- what ever you can you practically have anyway.
FP: yay love you.
Y/n: love you to
FP: oh it will be like old times and all our sleep overs. I will leave the room when you have your men here.
Y/n: well thanks to Tom I can't bring them home.
FP: your brother I'd cock blocking you.
Y/n: it's kind of a good thing. This is my safe place where I can rest my poor body.
FP: it must be hard being you.
Y/n: you wouldn't serve a day in my life.