[[ Maddie ]]
Remember and I decided that our plan had to come to an end if we didn't want to get into any more trouble.
I would've liked to get more people and laugh about it later, but for Remember's sake, I didn't.
We were still driving when she asked me,
"Do you think that they won't take it too seriously."
"It's almost the end of the school year, this is just another part of that." I chortle. Saying this doesn't seem to make Remember any more calmer, but she stops talking and looks out the passenger window.
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Once we get back to our dorm rooms, I change out of my all-black clothes and slip into something better.
I don't sleep that night.
Thoughts of Greg flood my mind and I can't make them stop, I can't.
"How am I going to forget about you?" I breathe out.
-•-
The next day, at school, I'm practically jogging to my classes seeing as how my insomnia filled night was the very cause of me doing this.
I almost push a kid out of my way just getting anxious.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down Mads." Tyler stands in front of me, he smirks I glare.
"Out of my way Ty."
"No." He laughs as if he knows something I don't.
"Didn't mom ever tell you to respect your elders? I could call her." I add the last part innocently and Tyler's eyes widen a fraction in fear.
"Shut up. I wanted to tell you that my friends are having a party tonight and I want you to come." I knew this was a trick. If Tyler invited me to a social event, he most likely wanted something out of it.
Crossing my arms and raising one eyebrow, I ask, "what do you want?"
"Um-uh-"
"Get to the point." He stutters for a couple of seconds, running a shaky hand through his hair.
"Can you maybe, like, bring Remember with you? She'll go if you do and I... well, I think that I kind of like her." Oh no.
"Fine." Why did I have to say that?
"Really?! Oh my gosh thanks!" He screams like a prepubescent ten year old and hugs me so tight, I'm sure that my blood circulation will cut off.
I smile awkwardly and pat his back, waiting for him to stop.
When he leaves to go to his classes, he turns around and mouths:
Best sister ever.
This was going to be a long day.
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Written by: 2amlrh
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