About Last Night (M.C) PART 6

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Y/O/F stands for your other friend
Y/B/F stands for your best friend

* A few days later *

YOUR POV

"Come on Y/N. This could be good for you. Let's go out and have some fun," Y/B/F said, winking.

"I just don't feel like it," I shrugged as I sat on the sofa.

She grabbed my hands pulling me up and I groaned, pushing all my weight back, trying to stop her.

"It will be fun!" Y/O/F said, trying to convince you.

Y/B/F touched your shoulders, tugging you a little and making you look at her.

"I know you're still hurt by him Y/N," she said, smiling sadly. "But I love you and I don't like seeing you like this. Therefore I am ordering you to come out with us, get drunk and have fun!"

I hugged her, thankful for having such a great best friend.

"Okay. I'll come out," I finally agreed.

She squealed, clapping her hands together and jumped up and down excitedly.

"Yay! Okay we need to get you dressed and looking hot," she decided.

She pulled on my hand and dragged me up the stairs.

Tonight, I would forget.

For once I'd do something that didn't revolve around him.

Tonight was about me.

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I sipped on my drink at the bar, not even bothering to look out for the girls anymore.

They'd each got noticed by boys and had been hesitant about leaving me.

They'd stood with their boys, by my side flirting.

In the end I'd begged them to go flirt somewhere else, because I was really uncomfortable.

They apologised and then left me alone, reassuring me they'd come back soon.

I waved off their concern and told them to enjoy themselves.

I'd had a few admirers myself but I'd pushed them away telling them I wasn't interested.

Some I'd had to be harsh with and yell before they understood.

The bartender finished wiping up the bar and drying some glasses, then he left.

I followed him with my eyes as he walked away and noticed he was setting up the karaoke stage in the back.

Looked like we were going to get some live entertainment tonight.

I just hoped the people singing didn't sing some soppy love songs.

I turned my attention back to the bar, letting out a deep sigh and sipped on my drink.

I hadn't even been here long and already wanted to go home.

My bed was calling my name.

I just needed sleep.

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