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"Really"? I said shocked. "Really". She said smiling both of her hands holding her cup. Out of comfort?

"That would be amazing". I couldn't contain my excitement. I let go of the spatula and bolted two feet towards her. Hugging her quickly and tightly. "Thank you. Thank you". I couldn't stop smiling. She's really helping me out here.

"What are friends for". I let go and looked at her smiling face. Which for a split second faltered. Weird. I just hugged her again.

"But you'll still help me move"? I said scratching my arm out of nerves. I think it's too last minute to hire a moving company. "Yes yes I'll help". Again this fucking smile of mine wouldn't stop. "Cool".

"The burgers". She yelled pointing at the girl where some burgers were catching fire. Just a little though. I completely jumped and flipped the burger towards the ground. Making it splatter. Yuck.

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After a while people stopped eating so I was left outside cleaning the grill off. Now it was still loud as fuck in there which I didn't mind. But still I think I'm better outside. Thank god I'm only on my third drink. Cause the nights just getting started.

I finally turned off the grill letting it cool off.

"Take this shit off". I groaned. As I sat on the couch. "It's okay Y/n, it's exposure therapy". Sandy joked. I rolled my eyes huddled between all the women.

"If I could see through walls I could see your faking. If you could see my thoughts you would see our faces". I sang with my whole chest. "Oh god". I closed my eyes and threw myself further into the couch. "Take this off it's just depressing at this point" Omar took a sip from his drink and looked at the mini dj stand.

Quen does everything man.

Cooks, YouTube, Actress, Singer, and overall super cool fucking person. So of course she has a dj set and fucking tools. I might be a little tipsy.

There was a guy playing hits but he was getting into a different type of mood. This was a celebration not a fucking funeral. Instead we played the strokes and some other shit like Doja and the weeknd.

"Fourth and final drink, missy". Brady was just making fun of me at this point. He handed me the big fucking cup. "Technically this is only one drink". I said smirking at him. Ugh my eyes were getting double vision, like I could t really see clearly.

"Y/n". I smiled hearing my name. "Yeah"? I asked with my eyes still closed. "Cover your genitals". I immediately opened my eyes looking down at my crotch. "HA"!

"Fuck you guys". I pointed at Omar and Brady. "What"? They said faking shock. "We're just looking out for you". I rolled my eyes and placed my big ass cup on the table.

"Who wants to line up for karaoke"? Quens voice booked throughout her house as she spoke into the mic. People were discussing the songs they were wanting to sing. I stayed put. I don't ever want to even think about singing. Stupid singers.

"Fucking cunts". I mumbled under my breath. "What"? My best friend in the world Sandy leaned closer to me. "I said fucking cunts". I crossed my arms. "What did you want to sing"? I shook my head with my hands still crossed. "Awww why is Y/n so grumpy, little miss grumpy pants". I rolled my eyes uncrossing my hands.

"I hate songs and singers and celebrities. Fuck them fuck them fuck themmmmm". I said in a sing my tone. "So you hate me"? I immedielty shook my head no. "No dang you're like the best person in this whoooole wide world. Like fr. Like actually". I got closer to her and held her arms in my hands. "I don't hate you. I could never hate you". I said feeling my lip quiver. "Oh Y/n I was joking sweety". She grabbed my hands and placed them in between hers. "I know you don't hate anyone. I know that and everyone else does to". she assured me but I'm still so sad. I don't ever want anyone to think I hate them. I could feel my nose flare.