it's been 2 weeks since the clubbing and you couldn't stop thinking about the way Tom looked at you.
you wake up to Donna jumping in your bed, "WAKE UP WERE GOING THRIFTING!" she snatches the pillow from under your head and hits you with it.
"Donna, i'll kill you." you simply say amazing her stop hitting you.
"ok, ok, sorry. we're going thrift-"
"YEAH I HEAR YOU" you yell with your eyes still closed.
"mk! get ready! wear something hot, you never know who your gonna see." she leaves the room so you can get ready.
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⬆️ your outfit ⬆️ (minus the jacket)
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⬆️ your hairstyle⬆️ (but pretend it's brown hair)
you finish getting ready and, once again, like every other morning, you go to the full body mirror in the living room and check yourself out.
"fuck!" Donna screams from her room. you roll your eyes because you still in a bad mood from before. "what?" you ask poking your head through the crack in the door.
"i can't find my fucking glasses!" she looks over to you and her eyes widen. "those are my fucking glasses." she says with a serious face.
"no, they're mine,"
"no, they're mine," she repeats.
"ok, well they're mind now," you say in an annoyed tone, "now do you want to keep fighting over glasses or do you wanna go shopping?"
"thrifting," she corrects you causing you to roll your eyes, "and yes let's go!" she finally replies and skips out of her room.
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you both get in the car and she starts driving. "Donna."
