Now playing i love you by Billie Eillish It's not true Tell me I've been lied Crying isn't like you What the hell did I do Never been the type to Let someone see right through
Omniscient pov
The night starts at Mika’s house, where her living room is filled with ghetto ass laughs, convos, and music playing low in the background. It’s not a full-on party, but more so a casual hangout,
where nearly everyone from their grade is invited. Mika’s parents, who are okay with the company, come in from time to time but don’t say nun bout it.
Sum snacks r spread out on the kitchen counter and everyone’s either lounging around on the couches, playing cards, domino's, or vibing to the music.
Ariana sits by the island in a bar stool, watching the group while having a cold redbull in her hands. She feelin the energy round her, but it's not, overwhelming ntm.
Friends pass by, chatting and joking, uk she be smilin at them nd shi, but her attention keeps pulling back to DD.
He’s sitting across the room, in the middle of a good convo with some of the boys, his laughter is contagious.
For a second, their eyes meet across the room, and Ariana feels a flutter in her chest. Sumn bout him, tonight especially, feels mad different.
The night goes on, with friends moving between groups, laughing at inside jokes, and taking photos to keep the memory.
It’s exactly the kind of night they all need after a hectic ass week at school.
As the night gets deeper, Ariana walks over to DD, js to keep her company and a few laughs but he ends up offering to walk her home.
They say their goodbyes, hugging and dapping a few people up as they leave the house.
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Ariana Greenblatt
DD and I leave Mika’s place, stepping into the dark, cool night air. I can still hear the soft sound of laughs and music as we walk away, but it fades fast.
The quietness between us is comfy, and it lowkey feel like it's js me nd him in the world r
We take the long way thru the park, the one we’ve walked a million times before. The swings bring back mems, and as we pass by them,
