"Another miss" Dave gloats.
"Stop moving!" I complain.
He just laughs and opens his mouth wider. I toss another jellybean towards his mouth but miss by an inch. He laughs again and tosses a jellybean in the air and catches it in his mouth. While chewing he gave me a smug smile. I drop the bag of candy on my lap and throw my hands up.
"I give up" I say.
This is a rare moment where we both aren't busy. Feels like it's been forever since we hung out.
"Loser" he sings.
"Oh yeah? Let's go again" I say determined.
That smile he had since we were babies brightens the room. The amused glint in his eyes makes me bubble with joy. His boyish hair is now like a boy band style. His clothes are different, but he is still the same boy I grew up with underneath it all.
"If you dare" he smirks.
"Hit me" I say before opening my mouth.
Just before he tosses a jellybean his phone dings. I close my mouth, lean into the side of the couch and wait. Dave is smiling wide into his phone as he types back. It's been a new girl every day this week. I won't be surprised if it's another girl texting him right now.
"Hey, I have to go. Don't wait up" he said as he left.
Sighing, I set aside the bag of candy. I'm happy for him, really, I'm just bummed we don't hang out anymore. I don't care if he dates the whole world... I just miss my best friend. I check the time and see I have so much spare time before the Rocque Records party. It's mandatory for me to come, contrary to Gustavo, but Uncle Griff said I had to go.
I look up at the ceiling with a heavy heart. How can I be so far away from my house but still feel like I'm in those ghostly four walls. I just shove that feeling aside, deep, deep, deep down away from the surface.
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Adding earrings, I stare blankly at myself in the mirror. I don't dress up, like ever. It is weird seeing myself so... fancy. The silver, glittery eye shadow, clear glittery lip gloss, hair up nicely in a bun, a shiny silver dress, and silver heels. I look like an entirely different person. My cousin Mercedes helped me with this outfit. I know nothing about fashion for fancy events.
"You look stunning, Mally" Mercedes gushes.
"I... I guess you're right" I smile smally at myself.
"I'm always right. Now get going, you're going to be late" she ushers me out.
"Why can't you come with me? I'm going to be with a bunch of adults" I whine.
"I have a party to go to" she rolled her eyes.
Sighing, I gave her a look saying 'fine, fine, whatever'. Grabbing the purse, I borrowed from her, I head to the door.
"This is going to be a long night" I groan.
"I hope so" Mercedes giggles.
I fake gag to which resulted in her playfully smacking my arm. I laugh at that as we go our separate ways.
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"12 grammy's and 4 platinum records, I don't know what to do with them. I have so much there isn't any room for all the awards from my day" the older man laughs.
"Wow, you must feel very accomplished" I fake a smile.
This is the 15th story I heard of awards and a bunch of junk like that. I've been asked if I wanted to meet a relative of theirs my age so many times, I've lost count. This party is soooo boring. I thought cleaning the studio was bad; this takes the cake.
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Big Time Rush
Fanfiction(REWRITTING) Malina gypsy Griffin was a small time singer. At age 16 she ran away to Palm Woods with her friend Dave to help him become a dancer in the world of arts. She runs into the Knights and made a friend. Now she's thrown into the world of ar...
