Napped Kid

Chapter I - Typra

It was hard but it's here. Took many days but it always was at 2am and at Lena's. The last part almost got deleted last night. (You wouldn't even believe how close I was to tears). Hope you like it.

Ella, Lena and Mel.

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"You are kidding me, right?" Nina couldn't believe it.

It was already 6pm and Dylan was waiting for her outside her apartment's door when she came back from work.

"Faceremorse." He said getting up from the step where he was sitting. "It's excellent. I spent the whole day thinking."

"Well, but that doesn't count! That word doesn't exist!" To say she was shocked wasn't enough. She didn't think Dylan would think a word so fast and neither would she have expected him to come up with such a strange word.

"Yes it does! After I thought it, I took the time to search it and see what I found in the Urban Dictionary."

Dylan was in love with the Urban Dictionary, and Nina knew it. He loved navigating the site in look for new and strange words, but this was too much.

"Listen. Faceremorse: The moment after posting something inflammatory or militant on Facebook that you immediately regret. No matter how quickly it is deleted, people have screenshots." He looked up at her from his phone where he had searched the definition with a sly smile in his face. "Wanna hear the example?"

"No, I don't! That word doesn't count!" She was sure she wouldn't have to go with him to the party. She thought she had already won with this word.

"Yes, you do. " He started reading again now with a high pitched voice: "'Did you see her post about last night?' 'No, she must have deleted it in a fit of Faceremorse' 'Don't worry, here's a screenshot'"

"I won't go to that party!"

"We had a deal, Inna. And you lost, go get dressed."

She sighed. "Boo, you whore."

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"I hate you so much"

"No, you don't."

"Believe me, I do."

They said back and forth. They were already in the hotel's elevator after asking for the room Hunter had told them to go to. Nina found it hilarious that even though they weren't at all as famous as some of those silly boy-bands she knew of, they still had to use fake names for hotel rooms.

Once the doors opened in the floor they had to go to, Dylan came out, while Nina stayed inside, hoping for the doors to close fast enough and let her run away from this embarrassing situation.

"Too late to back away, my friend." He said smiling and grabbing her wrist softly.

"I hate you so much."

"Tell me something I don't know, please," he said seconds before knocking the suite's door, leaving no time for her to try and escape.

"Dylan, man! How are you?! It's so nice seeing ya again!" A boy with shoulder-length hair said, opening the door. Nina supposed by what Dylan had told her that this was Hunter. Eying him closely, Nina did note some familiarity in his features.

"Hey! Everything alright. Thanks for the invitation!" Dylan answered, pushing Nina slightly inside the room.

"No prob, awesome ya could make it." Then he focused on Nina, as if seeing her for the first time. "Oh shit, don't tell me this is little Nina Rafem! You looking hot, gurl." He said cheekily.