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YOU SAT on your bed, sketching something in your notebook. Your window was open and the humid air of late March flowed through your room.
The song 'Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper plays out of your cassette player. You couldn't think of a better way to spend a night after practice.
But of course, it had to be ruined. "Y/N!" Brooklyn yelled up the stairs.
"What!" You shouted back.
"There's someone on the phone!"
"If it's Eddie, hang up!"
"It's mom!"
Those words made you freeze. Should I even talk to her? You questioned yourself but you were already leaving your room. You reluctantly walked downstairs and to the phone.
Dakota handed it to you and slowly raised it to your ear. "Hello?"
"Y/n! How are you, dear?" Your mother spoke with a cheerful voice.
"Im-I'm good," you answered.
"That's great, honey! Ben and I have been having so much fun here, I've forgotten to check on you guys," she laughed
