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The Drunken thoughts

I know Grace has black hair, but pretend she dyed it.
Song- Decisions by Borgore ft. Miley Cyrus
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*GRACE'S POV*
"Itz the weekend, what should we do?" Adam asked. Lachlan, Vikk, Rob, and Preston were back from their vacation. "LET'S GO THE CLUB!" I said repeatedly clapping my hands just how Adam did yesterday. "You don't imitate my signature moves!" He said in a sassy voice. "But, seriously doods, we should go to the club" I said. I heard a few yeahs. "I'M DOWN FOR THIS IDEA" Lachlan yelled. "Says the one who could get scared of FNAF easily" Tyler said smirking. "But at least I don't call it Five Nights at Dick Weeds!" "Fine" mumbled Tyler. "What club?" Asked Vikk. "Thee one and only Diamond Club" I said in a fake British accent. "Your accent is horrible" "It's because I took lessons from Harry Styles(this is a diss guys, I HATE 1D) "Chop, chop, everyone, we're going to the club tonight" Adam said clapping his hands like a teacher. "Geezzzz" Jerome mumbled. "GO GET READY PEOPLE!" Jerome screeched. We all ran to our rooms. I decided to wear a black crop top with a high waisted white skirt, for shoes I had these huge shoes only Nicki Minaj(she's coming to my city this Sunday!) or some shitty rapper who shakes their butt wears. I got out of my room. It took me 20 minutes to get ready. It took me 5 minutes to actually get ready, and 15 for taking a shower. I went to the living room. Mitch was there. "Damn." He whispered. He looked at my body, up and down. "Stop looking at me pervert" I said. He immediately took his eyes off me and looked at the TV. After 13 minutes all the guys came. We went out the door and got in the car. Luckily I got the passenger seat. We reached Diamond Club. It took us at least 20 minutes. We got our ID's out. Me, Tyler, Ty, and Jason had fake ID's. "Wanna have a contest?" Jason asked. "Sure" We had as many shots as we could. I could tell I at least had 20 and Jason had 21. Adam then came to us. "Karaoke? " he asked in a low voice. "Sure" I slurred. "UP NEXT WE HAVE THE ONE AND ONLY GRACE SMITH!" The DJ exclaimed. "What song you singing tonight, Smith?" DJ Krazy asked me. "Decisions by Borgore" I slurred again. The music started.
"Decisions, but I want it all so I get it all, I wanna eat the whole cake. I'm not sharing, I'm not sharing. You should have learned how to bake." I sang. "Yes I want it all so I get it all, I wanna eat the whole cake. I'm not sharing, I'm not sharing."The crowd was cheering loud. "YOU SHOULD'VE LEARNED BITCHES LOVE CAKE!" I yelled/sang. Everyone was chanting my name. The music was playing and the rap part was about to start.
"Decisions, between a family or a porn star. Humble life or sports car, liver or the whole bar. Headache for my management, gossip columns resident. Your mom and dad might hate me, but in five years I'm the president. I wanna girl, I get her, and I get her friend. Five girls singing in my bedroom, start my own band. They love me in my peak, but this love is fake." "EVERYDAY'S MY BIRTHDAY CAUSE BITCHES LOVE CAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. Me and the crowd were dancing. Then the guys joined me on stage. I was having too much fun.