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twelve;

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chapter twelve:
good friends and parties;
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I wake up to the sound of women shouting and running around, making my head throb with every squeal and every stomp. I groan, lifting the covers off of my slightly damp body. I rub the sleepiness off my eyes as I try to assess the current situation going on in this hotel room, my brain barely even functioning at this hour.

"What the hell is going on?" Mia groans beside me, pushing herself off her back into a sitting position.

"I don't know either." I reply, seeing both of our mothers running around.

"Shan! Shannon Woodward, holy shit! Put that fucking rat down this instant!" My mom squeals, running away for her life from Shannon.

"For the last time, Katheryn it's a possum, not a rat." She giggles, chasing my mother as she carefully holds the creature. "Stop being such a baby and just pat it for a sec."

"I don't care what it's called just don't let that touch me! Holy fuck, you know I don't like rats!" Shannon rolls her eyes, both of them still running around like five year olds.

"Oh God, they're losing it." Mia mumbles, shaking her head at the two grown woman. I laugh, nodding my head in agreement.

Oh, they lost it a long long time ago, Mia.

"You can't run around all day, Kate." Aunt Shannon calls, still chasing my mother around.

"I so can if it means getting away from you and that thing as much as possible!"

"Oh, come on, you mean this cute little thang?" I laugh, shaking my head for the millionth time this morning.

"Cute? Are you fucking serious right now? Rats are the literal spawns of Satan!"

"You think we should stop them?" Mia asks me, her eyes gleaming in amusement.

"Are you kidding me? They look like total morons and I'm having the time of my life-"

"Why are you doing this to me?" My mom squeaks as Aunt Shannon traps her in a corner, shoving the possum to her face.

"Just touch it." Shannon says, chuckling loudly.

"No! Oh my God! Bitch get away from me!" Mom closes her eyes, her hands infront of her to somehow shield her away from the poor little critter.

"Aaaah!" My mom shouts on top of her lungs, her voice high-pitched and piercing. I scrunch up my nose as she shouts, my ears basically bleeding. Mia covers her ears with her hands, as if it could save her from mom's sonic shriek.

"See, it wasn't that bad!"

"What the hell!? It wasn't that bad? Jesus Christ, It felt like touching shit covered cotton balls! Fuck off, Shan!" Mom pushes Shannon away, making her way towards our bed.

"Take that possum back to wherever your filthy little hands got it from." Mia and I are in hysterics right now, very much amused by the display of immaturity that woke us up.

"Alright, alright. I'll get her back outside, chill."

"Chill? Really? To hell with you bitch, you gave me multiple heart attacks!"

"Oh don't be such a drama queen." Shannon calls from the hallway(probably on her way to the elevator), her voice barely audible despite her shouting with the possum in hand.