HER SISTER (18+) (GXG)

Run-Ins & Dates

Safe to say that Mili occupied my mind for the rest of the night, and trust me, it was completely against my own will. 

I knew better than to get involved with her—so why couldn't I stop thinking about her?

Getting drunk didn't help, especially with her presence near me the entire night—well until she left to go God knows where.

I kept sneaking glances of her, which luckily she never caught on to.

Then again, sneaking glances, was what helped me notice the way she and Frankie eyed each other.

I wasn't mad. I was just... unsettled? I don't know. I hated that I even knew about them in that way. I honestly wish I could scrub the knowledge clean from my brain.

The next day, my hangover was so bad that I actually thought I was going to die.

I laid in bed the entire morning with a pillow smushed to my face, praying for a hangover cure—especially since I had that date with Cam tonight.

Then... I had an idea.

I live in LA so there's bound to be a cafe that sells pressed juice, tea, or coffee that helps aid in a hangover recovery.

Although I'd rather not have coffee—it's not my thing. But I'd love tea or pressed juice.

With that thought in mind, I got dressed in shorts and a cropped hoodie with my usual slides.

I threw my hair up into the neatest ponytail that I could conjure and ordered an Uber to the cafe I had researched.

Luckily, there's always Uber's nearby in LA, so the nearest one was only two minutes away, which gave me time to spray myself in a sweet perfume and head downstairs to the lobby.

After a short Uber ride, there I was at the local coffee shop named Verve. 

It was the nicest cafe I had ever stepped foot in—and trust me, I'm not being dramatic.

It was light and airy, rustic yet modern, and the environment was quiet even if there were a few groups of people in there. Luckily, it wasn't too packed either.

I ordered their hangover cure pressed juice, which I felt incredibly grateful to have. I honestly didn't have much of a backup plan from here.

"Looks like we had the same idea," a voice said, sitting down beside me, which easily made my eyes dart up from my phone.

And of course, it had to be Mili—who was holding the same drink as me.

I narrowed my eyes at her, "You didn't even drink that much last night," I said, my tone entirely sarcastic, "You actually left early," I pointed out, recalling last night's events.

Mili raised a brow, sipping the juice from her clear to-go cup, "I see you noticed my absence."

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head as I diverted my attention back to my phone where I scrolled through my Instagram feed.

After a few moments of silence, Mili said, "You know it's kind of rude to be on your phone right?" she sarcastically said, "We're actively having a conversation."

I laughed once, "I wouldn't call this a conversation."

A few more moments of silence grew around us, and I honestly felt like I won some type of challenge or game.

Well, that was until my phone was easily snatched from my hands.

I instantly looked over to a smirking Mili, "Give it back," I demanded.