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𝟏𝟐:𝟎𝟗𝐩𝐦 ; 𝑺𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆

      "WHAT THE FUCKK!?! TO THE LEFT MANN TO THE FUCKING LEFTT" marz yelled into his mic. he was playing call of duty with jean.

i wasn't paying much attention to what they had going on but from the looks of it they was losing bad. personally i was minding my business and rolling up.

i had a tray in one hand and a rolling paper in the other. i carefully shock the baggy across the paper tucking the side in and begun to roll. before i was about to seal it i heard the garage door open.

"OH SHIT" i said throwing the rolling tray into my drawer slamming it shut and spraying some perfume around the room that was doing a shit job at masking the smell.

"stop being so scary it's just tjay" marz said holding up his phone showing a text from tjay saying he was pulling up while laughing at my lowkey panicked expression. "if it was yo momma or daddy your ass would've got caught" he said pointing to the half full baggy of weed on the bed.

i shock my head mentally face palming myself. "i gotta stop this shit" i said as i walked down the stairs. "stop what?" tjay said walking in with three guys following behind him.

"nothing" i said shrugging the question off eyeing the company he just invited in. tjay and marz had been hanging out what a new group of people these last few months. i didn't have much interest in meeting them so whenever i saw them i spoke having a short conversation here and there but never nothing more.

the two in the front looked familiar. the tall one with the long brown hair i think his name is eren. and one with the blonde hair is armin. but the one in the back with the grey shaggy buzz cut he didn't look familiar at all.

he was tan, tall & slim built wearing a all black shirt and sweats to match, paired with some black cats. he wasn't to bad looking. he had a few tattoos on a his left arm that i couldn't quite make out from where i was standing.

"hey"eren spoke. armin did a little wave causing me to smile and wave back but the new dude he just looked at me before sitting down. what a rude bitch.

i walked over to the kitchen grabbing a water bottle about to go back upstairs before tjay spoke up. "sis this is connie. connie this my twin sister y/n"

"wassup" i said. he nodded his head up at me. "motherfuckers can't speak?" i mumbled before walking back up the stairs.

"jean you needa come slide by" i heard marz say while making his way to the cod loading screen. "bet" i heard a low voice say from the headset since marz had them turnt up so damn loud.

a few seconds later he got off the game. " ight n:n ima head downstairs now"

"traitor"

"howww?" he said making his voice high pitched. "you really about to ditch me to go hang wit them" i whined. "you ain't even been talking to me" he whined back.

"you should just enjoy my presence" i shrugged. he gave me a look before waving me off. " mm bye i'll be back in here later" he said before exiting the room. now ima be bored and alone.

hmm what's my bitch aurora doing right now? i grabbed my mac book and went down my call log finding "rora 🌸💗" i clicked the call letting it ring a couple times.

after the fourth ring she picked up. "took you long enough" i said adjusting my mac book so the camera was pointed on me. "girl this old ass man almost fucking hit me" she said propping her phone up. "GETT THE FUCK OFF THE ROAD" she yelled.

"girl your road rage is bad"

"tell motherfuckers to get out the way and maybe i'll chill out some" she shook her head. "where you going?" i asked.

"no where now just driving to be honest. i had to go take my package to the post office since plt gave me the wrong order"

"you tryna come over then?"

"hell yea i'll be there in ten plus i got something i wanna tell you" she said smiling. "ight bet" we said our goodbye before i hung up the call.

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