Avoiding The End || ✓ [#1] FIUFAMNEXTGEN

O8

Chapter O8 || My girl

;sometimes the best memories are made at the most unexpected times

The girls and I are snuggled on the sofa, under a dozen blankets whilst binge watching FRIENDS.

Maisie's eyes are still blood shot and puffy from all the crying, her sniffles have subsided a little but she's obviously still sad because she's not giggling like a hyena at Ross yelling PIVOT.

Stella has Maisie's legs draped over hers, and I have her head on my lap as I idly stroke her hair.

When she came home in floods of tears, me and Stell jumped into bestie mode and tried to help however we could - turns out the douchebag she was dating, was also dating someone else - for months he lied, cheated, told her sweet nothings that meant nothing.

Safe to say when she found out all hell broke loose and Maisie dashed her four inch block heel at him, and when I say her aim is impeccable, it is, she hit him right in the centre of his forehead. I know this because he sent her a picture and demanded she say sorry - that's when Stella and I jumped on the abuse bandwagon and messaged him back a load of abuse - abuse he wholly deserved. No one cheats on my best friend then gets away with it.

So a few hours, bottles of wine and episodes of FRIENDS later, we're here - slightly buzzed, a little sad and not at all in the mood for laughs.

"Wanna egg his place?" I ask, out of nowhere. Not even sure where the idea came from.

Stella and Maisie both snap their necks in my direction with wide eyes and jaws hanging.

I shrug in response. "Well... Do you?"

Maisie leaps up from her laying position and gapes at me. "Are you serious?"

Stella joins in too. "Like you wanna do something that could get us into trouble?"

I frown at them. "Firstly, I would go to prison for you bitches, and secondly, it'll be fun."

Maisie is the first on her feet, Stella follows, then me.

We rush in fits of giggles and anxious excitement as we shove on our shoes, not even bothering to change out of our sweats and hoodies, before we dash out the door - Stella grabbing the near full, fourth bottle of wine and all the eggs we have on our way out.

We sip straight from the bottle as we trek down the street and towards the frat house Maisie's scumbag ex lives.

It's kinda chilly, but the sky looks so pretty, and kinda reminds me of the night when I went to the dock with Micah.

Micah.

The popular, playboy quarterback who asked me to his best friends party the other day, and was nervous!!