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♬ Thirty Two ♬

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My day has been made by this comment cause Dan and Phil

Don't worry, this chapter won't have too much drama in it :)

So like you BFFs should totally read No Homo - Howell by Dane-Howell it's so funny and amazing I fell asleep at 4 am cause I started reading it. Little warning you'll see my comments everywhere tho lmao
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I said goodbye to my dad before shutting the door behind me and locking it, rushing down the steps. I went with all black tonight, opting for a black dress that ended just above the knees, black stockings, black open toed pumps and a black handbag. I told my father I had a special event tonight at for boxing and it was mandatory I dressed up.

Once I set the GPS set to Kenton's house once again, I fixed my hair in the rearview mirror, then adjusted it so that I could see out the back. I pulled out, ready to impress Kenton as best as possible.

The drive was short and seemed almost like it didn't happen. My mind was in a different universe the whole ride, so I don't remember much expect for that stupid boy who decided to skateboard right in front of my car and risked getting hit by me. He deserved to fall off his skateboard!

I circled the block a couple times before I finally spotting a parking spot just big enough for me to squeeze in. It was a tight fit, but eventually I made it in, then turned off my car.

I grabbed my phone and stuffed it in my bag, then climbed out into the spring weather. It felt like spring even though we were a week from Christmas.

I rang the doorbell, smiling as the door opened. A girl with short brown hair and a blonde streak on the front answered the door. She had on leather and chains, her nails painted black and chewed her gum like a cow.

"Yes?" She asked, blowing a bubble.

I gulped. "I'm Zoella, Kenton invited me over for dinner." Please don't tell me this is his aunt.

The girl nodded, "Awesome. I'm Stevie, Kenton's cousin." She didn't smile or show any interest in me, just moved out the way so that I could walk in.

"Kenton's in the kitchen, the dinning room is over there." She pointed to the end of the hall where a giant arch was, exposing a long table with six chairs.

I nodded. "Thank you."

I walked over to a seat, placing my bag on my lap as I sat down. I remained silent, looking around the house. I noticed, in the middle of the table, was a photo. It wasn't framed, it was like someone was looking at it and forgot to put it back in its rightful spot.

I picked it up, looking at it with interest. In the photo were two boys. One with black hair, the other brown. They had their arms around one another, walking together with what I believe was a cheap knock-off of a lightsaber in the dark haired boy's hand, and a toy guitar in the brown haired boy's hand. I turned it over, reading the sloppy but legible handwriting. Daniel and Kenton, friends forever! - Daniel 8/12/06