summer o'connor wasn't a very nice person, and she wore this label with pride. she was content with the life she was living. said life being expensive shoes, shopping trips and only the best designer clothes. however, she had always been missing som...
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"So, you're having a party and you're inviting both Cobra Kai and Miyagi-Do?" Summer questioned to Moon over the phone. The two girls, who hadn't spoken much during their time at school, finding a common ground over their hatred towards the hold karate had on their town.
"Yeah, parents are gone. Should be wild." Moon laughed, her phone pushed to her ear by her shoulder as she painted her toe nails.
"Yeah, if you mean a bunch of dorks fist fighting." Summer snorted, her own phone pushed to her ear as she riffled through her closet in search of something to wear to Moon's end of summer bash.
"I'm going to have a strict no fighting rule, duh." Moon scoffed, twisting the lid of her top clear coat bottle closed.
"Cause that's going to stop them, for sure." Summer whispered to herself, forgetting Moon could hear her. Moon simply clicked her tongue, "so, you in?"
"If I can find anything to wear." Summer groaned, picking out a jacket she forgot she had owned and throwing it in the corner, establishing it too ugly to even be hanging amongst her options for that night.
"Summy, your friends are here!" Dahlia O'Connor sounded from somewhere in the house, most likely the front door.
"Gotta go, see you later babe." Summer made a kissing noise over the phone, Moon reciprocating the action before both girls hung up. Summer shot one last glare at her closet before hurrying to open her bedroom door, ushering both Miguel and Tory inside.
"I'm having a major dilemma!" The girl exclaimed, Miguel finding comfort on Summer's un-made bed whilst Tory took a seat on her desk chair.
"Can your dilemma hurry up? We gotta be at Moon's soon." Miguel huffed, flopping backwards so he was staring up at the ceiling of the girl's room.
"I don't have anything to wear." Summer retorted cattily, rolling her eyes as she did so.
"What's wrong with what you're wearing now?" Tory asked the girl, a small frown in her face as she glanced down at her own outfit.
Was she under dressed? Or was Summer O'Connor always overdressed?
Summer peered at her new found friend as if she had grown two heads, Miguel holding a pillow over his head to muffle the sound of his own scream.
"People have already seen me in this today, I can't re-wear it." Summer stated as if it were obvious, "oh, you should be so grateful I've allowed you in my life. Nichols. You'd be lost without me."
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The trio had only been an hour late to Moon's lake house, which according to Summer O'Connor time, was half an hour early. Despite their tardiness, Moon had welcomed them with open arms before ushering them off to the drinks table, where Tory and Summer had played bartender.
