You and your friends are filthy rich and we're gonna hold a pool party for the neighborhood kids so you can boost your popularity level. You got your golden bathing suit and met up with your friends sally and Julie. So girls are the guests here? You said.
Your the leader of your group so you run mostly everything and boss everyone around. Yes there here let's light this place up! Julie squealed. We opened the doors to your mansion. Everyone came in and looks inside with awe. Come in everyone. You said politely.
You wall went to the backyard where your pool was. Few minutes pass and everything was running smoothly until some poor ass pest hit you. EW WATCH IT BITCH. You shoved him. Dang I'm sorry! He said. Ugh. Your rolled your eyes and kept talking with the girls.
The same blue haired boy tripped and splat his ice cream cone all over your abdomen and your hair. O.M.GGGGGGGGGGGGG. You screamed because your such a drama queen.
I-i-I'm s-so sorr-. SHUT UP AND GET OUT OF HERE! You interrupted him. He started to tear up and ran away crying. You rolled your eyes and cleanse yourself up.
Time skip
That night your besties stayed over but all you thought about was how bad you felt for shitting the blue haired boys day. What's wrong y/n? Sally asked. I feel awful for what I did to that poor guy. You spat out.
Julie and sally smiled widely. Y/N HAS A CRUSH ON WALLY! Julie squealed. You facepalmed and decided you couldn't do this with them here so you took the call downstairs.
Wally: hello?
Y/n: hi Wilbur
Wally: it's Wally...
Y/n: right...anyways I wanted to say sorry for being shit today
You could hear his smile through the phone
Wally: apology accepted!
