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Oblivious To The World

"That's so not fair!"

"Face it, Joven! I kicked your sorry-"

"Woah, guys! Language!" Layla held up her hands in surrender, entering the lounge with an amused smirk. Ever followed quickly behind, curious as to what all the commotion was about.

Jovanshire and Ian Hecox were sat on the couch, controllers in hand. A few other youtubers were gathered around the TV, either sat on the side chairs or stood nearby.

Ever observed the room with an expression of doubt. "Heard there was a party...," she started, unsure.

Layla stepped up before she could finish, continuing with her show. "And you didn't invite me!" she cried out, sounding shocked.

Mari, who was lounging in one of the arm chairs, held out her hand for the controller. Ian handed it to her, still smiling giddily from his win. Mari raised an eyebrow at Layla, holding up the controller. "Care to play?"

Layla smirked, happy to be invited. She sat beside Joven and took his controller, allowing him to cross his arms, still upset by whatever betrayal the game had put him through.

The theme music for Black Ops II sounded throughout the lounge. Layla smirked, already staring at the screen, ready to play. Mari started a game of Grief, and the two went at it, absorbed in the virtual world.

The farther Layla and Mari got, the more interested Ever became. She sat on the armrest beside Ian, watching carefully to see who won. After a few more levels, the girls got overrun, but they fell at the same time. Both leaned forward, waiting in anticipation for the magic words. Player 1 wins! Layla shot out of her seat, arms outstretched above her. "Yes!" she called, her sudden movements knocking Joven out of his pout. Mari's arms fell lose into her lap with an exhale of air.

Ever chuckled and shook her head, amused by her friend's actions. Layla set the controller down on the table and looked around the lounge. "Now, about this party..,"

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From: Mr Sarcastic Aw, you really think I could rock those sparkly red heels? You're too kind. By the way, isn't calling me Dorothy mean you admit to being Toto?

To: Mr Sarcastic You know, the contact name I gave you is really suiting you. Keep it up.

From: Mr Sarcastic Oh god, you changed it again? What did you change it to?!

To: Mr Sarcastic Nothing bad. Calm down.

To: Mr Sarcastic Ever says I'm more like a cat than anything

From: Mr Sarcastic Because you sleep like a cat?

To: Mr Sarcastic I do not! I don't see where you two are getting this from.

From: Mr Sarcastic Sure. Stay in denial. Almost home, by the way. Haven't crashed yet.

To: Mr Sarcastic Texting while driving isn't a good way to keep that record up. Night, Dorothy

From: Mr Sarcastic Aha! I win :)

Layla rolled her eyes. She stuffed her phone into her back pocket and opened the door, greeted by the sight of Hattie sat on her bed hunched over a book. She seemed oblivious to the world. She seems to like it that way, Layla thought.

Layla shut the door quietly, not wanting to yank Hattie from her wonderland, but caught her attention anyway. Hattie looked from Layla to the clock. "Yeah, it's pretty late. Sorry. Video game competitions and pizza tend to make you lose track of time," Layla smiled softly, thinking back to the activities of her evening.