❛❛𝙄 𝙗𝙚𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙚, 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧 ❜❜
-in which, Cassie is sick of guys letting her down but finds hope in a certain brown-haired himbo
❛❛ 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 ❜❜
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chapter three: ❝ okay, Jojo Siwa ❞ season one, episode one ༺♥༻
Saturday morning was rough initially, despite her red puffy eyes Cassie at first forgot that she had even been crying. In fact she'd even forgotten about the previous day's ordeals, until she received a message from the three girl's group chat, it was Deja: 'hey cass, you still up for cemetery tonight? apparently tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum will be there'.
She felt upset for a moment, but laughed at yet another nickname they'd coined for the two. She had considered not going that night and just staying in watching Moulin Rogue with Cleo, but she couldn't bring herself to miss it. Besides it'd probably be nice to try drink and forget everything with her actual friends.
Feeling her stomach growl, she quickly made her way downstairs to see her parents conversing in the kitchen, though they suddenly stopped when she walked in and focused all their attention on her, going straight back into coddling mode.
"Hey honey, how are you feeling?" Marissa asked empathetically as she went to her side and stroked her hair gently. Cassie turned to the fridge grabbing a carton of apple juice and then a glass from one of the cabinets, as she poured she shrugged slightly and responded with a slight laugh, "better than last night."
