Teenagers

prologue

Italics : Brittany
Normal: Julia
Bold: Kaylee
Italics and Bold: Janelle

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Brittany's POV:

I sigh, rolling from one side of the bed to the other and checking my phone before trying to convince myself to get out of bed. The deciding factor was my undying boredom and ambition to do something today.

I trudge over to my dresser, wondering what could kill whatever virus I had that was causing me to be simultaneously drowsy and lively. The moment I pulled the Green Day shirt over my head was when I finally figured out my entire life. It was like a light from the heavens shone down upon me in the middle of my bedroom. Everything in my brain finally clicked.

I hop up and text my three closest friends in a group chat we've had set up for God knows how long.

gUYS

WHAT

wat

we're starting a band k

okay then

wait crap I have dance

can I be y'all's manager

sure man

oH

hey guys what's up

can you play any instruments

sure

um

i cAN SinG

ok

i'll play bass

i can drums

GREAT

we need lead guitar

oH Me ME

ok then it's settled. everybody needs to ditch their plans for today and come here like rn to get started

hA plans

funny joke

im on my way

same

yay

JULIA

wHaT

im sorrY

I was reading fanfiction so I'm really not sorry

dude

okay I'm coming

Not two minutes after I read her text, the doorbell rang. I run downstairs and swing the door open to reveal both Kaylee and Janelle. Janelle is holding two drum sticks while Kaylee twiddles with the corner of a notebook in her arm. Without warning, I pull them both in. "You brought food, right?" I ask Janelle. She's basically the caterer for all of our get-together's.

"Of course," she says, pulling out four bags of chips, a bag of candy, and a can of whip cream out of her shoulder bag. Janelle is low key Mary Poppins.

"Should we go to the garage?" Kaylee asks.

"Yes. Follow me, peasants."

Twenty minutes later, Julia finally arrives. "The trash has arrived," she says sarcastically.

"It's about time," Kaylee accuses, glaring at her.

She shrugs. "I stopped for fried rice."

"That explains the soy sauce stain on your shirt."