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[ dinner with the horowitz ]
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The columns date all the way back to 1972.
You entered the house as you brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. Pulling out your exam paper, you smiled at the large A- on the upper right-hand corner. "Hi daddy!" you called, seeing him walking down the stairs in his button up and dress pants.
"Y/N, get ready. We're going to the Horowitz in half an hour," he said, and you scoffed.
"Geez, you could've given me a warning."
"This is my warning."
You sighed, "It takes me half an hour to pick out a lipstick color."
Venturing upstairs, you shrugged off your school clothes as you soon decided on a satin cream top, plaid yellow, pink and blue skirt, single strapped heels and some golden accessories.
Lucy opened the door, and you politely waved at her. You and your father walked through the house, soon coming across the kitchen. The second you came into view, Cher jumped up from her seat. The two of you squealed, rushing into each other's arms, hugging one another. "How long has it been since they've seen each other?" Josh asked Dean, the pair watching the sight before them.
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𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙘 ; clueless
Fanfiction↳ 𝗢𝗖! 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗡 𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗢𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗭 𝔁 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥 ꒰♡꒱ˎˊ˗ ❝ ugh, as if! ❞ જ⁀➴ 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 you are a popular and rich high-school girl trying to battle adolescence and people who are totally buggin'. ⓒ caity_ange.