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HOW DID IT END? - TAYLOR SWIFT "My beloved ghost and me sitting in a tree D-Y-I-N-G It's happenin' again. How did it end? I can't pretend like I understand How did it end?"
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A COLLEGE PARTY might be one of the best things Willow believes she has ever attended. Well, not currently since she was standing in, what felt like, a mile-long line waiting to use the bathroom.
"I'm gonna pee myself." She wiggled back and forth. She wore a dark red strappy mini-dress that clung to her skin and perfectly showed off all of her curves. Thomas chuckles a little as he is by her side. He never left her alone when they went to parties, he didn't necessarily trust all the dirty men.
And that's what they did together. Partied. And they were content with it. Both knew their relationship only consisted of fun.
"Tom!" A buff man calls with multiple drinks in his hand, "Shots!"
Thomas gave her a look and she nodded, "Go on, I'm not your mother." He gave her a smirky smile before running off to his friends.
She continued to wiggle in place as she crossed her arms. Why throw a party if you only have a single bathroom?
The line was shrinking painfully slow and she thought maybe her bladder would have exploded, until the group of girls ahead of her all got out of line. They had their plumper-filled lips curled in a snarl and their eyes rolling. They probably only wanted to do lines in the bathroom and waiting was taking up too much of their time.
She began to rush forward until she crashed into a sturdy body.
The man grabbed her arms to steady her while she only stared up at him with wide eyes and fear of confrontation.
She thought going to parties would make her safe from running into him.
He's never been the type to go to a party. Yet he was here. And it was a house party of all things.
Art Donaldson looked down at her with just as fearful eyes.
"Right, bye." She awkwardly shrugs away from him as fast as she can comprehend what is happening and struts straight into the bathroom. She harshly slams the door shut behind her. She felt as if she had just been winded.
