Our Love Story // Chase Davenport

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THE GIRLS AND I WERE DRESSED IN OUR PAJAMAS, TALKING ABOUT WHICH CLOTHES OF BREES, STACY LIKED. it got on my nerves that bree was letting her take advantage of her. but she seemed okay with it so i didn't intervene.

tasha walked over to us after she made the boys leave with whatever they were going to do next. "what are you guys doing?" she asked us.

bree looked over with a smile plastered on her face. "stephanie's deciding which of my clothes are cute enough for her to wear." bree put a hand over her chest.

"cute. boring. soccer mom. yard sale. ugh." she held one of bree's shirts up. "who died and gave you this?" she threw it down with the other ones.

tasha sat down next to bree and i. "i don't think it's a good idea for you to give her all your clothes." tasha suggested.

bree shrugged her shoulders, "she's just borrowing them." she nodded her head.

caitlin and i laughed, "no, she's not." caitlin told her, shaking her head.

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we were discussing on what to do next, trying to come up with ideas. so far the girls and i were all bored. we didn't know what to do.

bree clasped her hands together, "let's play a board game." she smiled. "maybe..monopoly?" she asked us. it was one of bree's and i's favorite board game. i don't know about the rest of the girls though. the game took hours to play.

stacy scoffed, "that would be appropriate cause i'm bored." she rolled her eyes. "i have a better idea." she stood up.

"i'm listening." i really wasn't.

"let's rate each other on a scale of one to ten." she pointed to herself. "i'm a ten. who's next?" she flipped her hair.

"uhm, no you're not." i scoffed, looking her up and down. her acting that way totally was not making any boys like her.

tasha came out of no where, making me jump when she started talking. "okay, i think we've damaged enough self esteem for one night." she declared. "why don't we tell a scary story?" she said in a funny voice.

stacy scoffed, "if you wanna hear a scary story, ask caitlin about her sweet sixteen."

caitlin spoke up, "you weren't even there." she defended.

"i sent my people."

"sit." tasha told her. "many years ago, in this very spot, a group of pioneer girls with one very mean one..." she side eyed stacy. "were being chase by a demon, and when he finally caught them by their long, blonde hair..." stacy started messing with her hair. "he ground their bones into dust! and made clothes out of their livers!" the door started opening, really slowly.

i turned to face the door. if this was one of adam and chases sick plan to make us scared; it was working.

"what was that?!" caitlin spoke up, seeming scared already.

bree and i sighed, "that was the sound of my stupid brothers trying to ruin my life." bree shook her head.

out of no where they popped out from behind the couch, "wasn't us." adam spoke up.

chase shook his head in agreement, "we were busy unloading our ant farm into your sleeping bags." chase started laughing.

i sighed, "bree, i am so going to kill your brother some day." chase pouted, hearing my use of words. i just simply smiled at him.