Close to You | Gracie Abrams

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AND that's how Aven found herself at a bar, surrounded by a bunch of loud  and drunk people. She had only originally said yes because she wanted to get her mind off of the phone call. But now there was only one thing stuck in her mind, the phone call that kept replaying over and over again.

    "Gracie, can we–" Aven started as she made her way over to her friend who was hitting it off with a few people by the bar.

    "Ooh and who do we have here? I'm Tessa, what's your name pretty?" A girl with dirty blonde wavy fringe hair approached.

    "Aven. I'm actually lookin–"

    "Can I buy you a drink?" Tessa cut in.

    Aven looked over at Gracie, who had somehow made her way halfway across the bar in less than two minutes, spotting her having the time of her life with a tall, not bad looking man. Aven sighed, realizing she wasn't going home anytime soon, accepting Tessa's offer.
   
    The night had moved on swiftly, Tessa and Aven striking it up and actually making genuine conversations. Aven stopped herself at one drink, her mind still unconsciously wandering back to her mom and their shared phone call. Before they knew it, Tessa's cab had arrived and they bid each other goodbye, but not without exchanging numbers, in promises of meeting up again soon.

    Aven, left to her own devices, wandered around looking for her friend who she had hoped didn't leave her stranded. "Gracie?"

A man's head turned around at the name and Aven spotted Gracie leaning on him, practically putting all of her drunk weight on him.

"Oh are you her friend she was talking about, I was just about to take her home. I'm Caleb by the way."

"Yeah, thank you so much, but I got it from here." Aven smiled gratefully at the man, glad to have caught her before she went with a guy she had just met.

"Of course, uh- can you give this to Gracie whenever, maybe when she's a little more sobered up."

Aven nodded in response and took the receipt with, what she assumed was, Caleb's number on it before guiding Gracie outside to wait for their cab.

"How do you always end up drunk out of your mind?" Aven muttered to herself as she quickly helped Gracie steady herself from tripping over her own feet.

"Because Imfunz wheen I druank!" Gracie slurred almost incoherently.

"Yeah right, you're gonna be fun when you're hungover tomorrow, Cie. C'mon, let's get you home."

The cab had arrived within a few minutes and Aven carefully guided the girl into the car, allowing herself to be pushed and pulled in Gracie's attempts to steady herself and get into the car by herself.

The car ride was mainly quiet, except for the few slurs of words murmured by Gracie in her drunkned state. But only one phrase catch Aven's attention, wanting to make sure she heard it right, she asked; "What?"

"I wish you were a boy so I could marry you."

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Guys that song from the rookie
The baton in your pocket song
Is stuck in my head and I can't stop singing it help

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