➳༻That's Embarrassing༺➳

21-❊ Still in the elevator?

*A/n, this image sums up my aesthetic. Just add a bow onto Luke Hemmings head 🎀 . Anyways-Sorry for not updating for FOREVER. Been busy with school and family. also thx for 27k reads omfg* 

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I woke up bright and early the next morning. Immediately gathering my clothes to wash because there is no chance I'm going anywhere with these until they are clean. I walked down the hall with my toat bag full of clothes. While I waited, I sat on a little bench on the back wall.

*Buzz*

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Walker.

Walnut: Be so fr with me rn. Can I come? pleAASSEEEE????

Y/n: If you can pack your bags fast enough.

Walnut: Aye Aye Captain

Y/n: 💀

Walnut: I'm so speedy bro

Y/n: Ur not seriously coming tho

Walnut: Um

Y/n: Girl

Walnut: 👉👈 I already told my mom.

Y/n: No fuckin way

Walnut: Yes way

Y/n: Alr see u later ig lmfaooo

Walnut: No crazy reaction? No "You can't come" or "HELL YEAH"

Y/n: No 👍

Walnut: Oh :(

Y/n: At this point just bring the whole cast lol.

Walnut: Only Olivea and Aryan can come.

Y/n: This will piss Oscar off sm omfg.

Walnut: So they can come?

Y/n: Bro. I'm so serious rn. B.R.I.N.G. T.H.E.M

Walnut: We'll be there.

Y/n: LETS FUCKIN GOOOOO

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Oscar's gonna be so pissed. He doesn't like new people. And Martie doesn't like anyone outside of the band. I swear that boy has like zero social life outside of the gang. Relatable though... But anyways, the washing machine is ancient and so is the detergent... So my white socks may all turn pink. That's okay. Pink is a nice color. Add some extra pop to my outfits. Also, the detergent smells like oranges. Strongly oranges. But it's green. Goofy.....

I haven't met Aryan or Olivea. I saw Aryan at the Grammys, but we didn't actually interact. Olivea is a completely different story. I don't even know who she plays. Wait no I do, Nancy, that's who she plays.

I talked with some of my online friends and made a pinterest board while I waited. Once they were. I shoved them in the dryer and repeated the process.

The dryer sung its little song. And I walked back to my room to pack it all up.

*8:45 AM*

I still have an hour and fifteen, I have enough time. I start by folding all my clothes and letting them cool off for a couple minutes while I pack up the bathroom. I did my makeup as I packed up. While doing so, I couldn't stop thinking about the tour bus... nobody but Mart and Oscar had seen it yet so this oughta be fun.