"you're the only friend i need, sharing beds like little kids"
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friday, september 17 — nessa astor
the astor residence
"i made popcorn!" sam announced as he walked into the living room, placing a few large bowls of the snack onto the coffee table.
"finally! it only took you like 500 fucking years," i complained from my spot on the large l-shaped couch.
"y'know, it might take less time if you would actually get off your ass and help me."
"oh, shut up—"
"so!" liam interrupted. "what movie are we watching?"
"oh! i was thinking 'tangled'," i suggested. "or one of the fast and furious movies,"
"those are very different genres," tristan commented from next to me.
"we really need to start a list of what movies to watch," ivy said.
"that would be smart,"
"ooh! what about 'before i fall'?" madeline proposed.
"that's a good one,"
"is that the one with kian lawley?" louise asked.
"yes?"
"we're watching it."
"wait, i don't wanna watch some chick-flick," bryce complained.
"then leave," ivy deadpanned.
"you do realize this is why i call you 'poison ivy', right?"
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a flash on the tv woke me up and i slowly opened my eyes. the movie was over, the end credits were rolling on the screen. we had finished 'before i fall' a while ago and then let bryce pick another movie to watch, which was 'captain america: civil war'.
i checked the time on my phone: 3:48 a.m. shifting around to see if anyone else was awake, i realized that i would definitely be needing to pay a visit to my chiropractor soon and that sam and liam were missing from the room.
"ivy?" i whispered, nudging her with my foot, but she was sleeping deeply.
tristan stirred from next to me.
"ness, you good?" he asked me, his voice raspy.
god damn.
"yeah, my back's killing me so i'm gonna go up to my room." i replied, getting up from the couch.
"hang on, i'll go with you," he said, grabbing my hand to pull himself up.
we quietly made our way out of the informal living room, through the kitchen, and up the stairs to the second floor of my house, still holding hands. the walk to my room was fairly short, as it was located in the same wing.
