chapter 1 - not so proper now

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gabriellas's pov:

"gab if you don't get up right now i'm taking away your phone!" my mother's outspoken voice carried through the whole house from the kitchen.

my phone is a savior in my eyes so i hopped out of bed running downstairs, eyes dreary, hair as chaotic as ever, and my pajama pants turned on my waist oddly. i grabbed a glass out of the cupboard and filled it up to the rim with orange juice.

"you realize that we need to go in 45 minutes, right?"

"yea im just thirsty calm down." i didn't mean to sass her but exhaustion filled my body and trust me, i didn't want to go to school after what happened the night before.

- flash back to the night before -

lilli's pov:

i ran my finger down the edge of the only picture i had of my mother. after a few more seconds of staring at her loving smile, i heard someone coming inside my home. 

shes here! 

i gave the photo a hug to my chest and hid it under my favorite blanket. i rushed to the door, opened it and gabs welcomed herself inside in a speedy manor.

gabriellas's pov:

i walked into lilli's home. we were going to have the time of our lives before tomorrow, the first day back from winter break. 

quickly taking of my shoes and coat i yell, "last one to your room is a moldy pickle!"

i sprinted upstairs, running into lilli's room seconds before her and leaping onto her bed dying of laughter. 

"how dare you," she said sarcastically and plopped beside me. 

i felt something poking my back but yet ignored it. we played stupid games on our phones for a while but at the same time we enjoyed each other's company; per usual. lilli suggested that we go bake double-chocolate chip cookies from a recipe she found on pintrest. of course, i agreed, who doesn't love cookies. we got up and i started walking out the door when lilli looked at where i was laying, pulled back the blanket and her photo was bent at the corner. she picked it up.

"you better be joking" she spoke with a low and serious tone, facing me, eyes deadly interlocked into mine. 

oh shit.



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