Part 9: The Boys

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*no response*

Molly: BRO?!

Brandon: I got it!

*opens ammonia cap*

Brandon: do you have cotton?

Molly: yeah I'll go get some. *leaves*

Molly: HERE!

Brandon: *pours ammonia to the cotton* *places it under Paris' nostril* she should be alright.

*Paris moans*

Molly: Bro are you ok?

Paris: No *sad face*

Brandon: do you feel a little weird or a headache?

Paris: yeah.

Brandon: it must be from the fall and ammonia put some ice bag on your head overnight and I think you should be ok.

Paris: thanks Brandon you're so much help.

Brandon: no problem. *leaves*

Paris: I like him so much for you, don't let go of this guy alright?

Molly: I'll try.

Paris: don't try man do it. I really like him for you, he's like the right guy.

Molly: yeaaah, so how's your 'lakad' with Anthony?

Paris: he broke up with his girlfriend.

Molly: WHAT?! Because of you??

Paris: of course not! Kirsten is just too much you know?

Molly: what do you mean too much?

Paris: sinasakal niya masyado si Anthony kaya siya hiniwalayan. But there's good news! Anthony likes me!!

Molly: how'd you know?

Paris: he confessed.

Molly: REALLY? How did he confess?

Paris: he said he likes me more than a friend.

Molly: maybe as a sister, lets not be assuming or anything make sure he says that he likes you like, likes you as in as a girlfriend.

Paris: you're probably right, all good things goes to those who wait.

Molly: yeeh.

*morning*

Molly: Paris, Paris, Paris! WAKE UP!

Paris: 5....... more.............. minutes, no..... t-ten... m-minutes no, t-twenty.

Molly: you do know we're already late right?

Paris: I wanna skip school, my head hurts so bad.

Molly: fine, but I wont be the one telling mom about this, good bye rest well.

Paris: okay.

Molly: *leaves*

*you hear footsteps*

Mom: WHAT HAPPENED?!

Paris: wha-?

Mom: why aren't you going to school?

Paris: (I thought she wasn't going to tell mom) well, I fell down the stairs yesterday and I hit my head real bad so right now I'm having a migraine and I can't go to school.

Mom: oh okay, I'll bring your food up here rest well.

Paris: thanks mom.

*at school*

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