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29 • Would It Be Bad To Even Think That?

The Sunday spent with the girls was definitely a good day, even after Lauren blanked me out. We watched movies, played in their arcade room, took selfies, and basically everything that five girls could get up to in a mansion. Only I had to leave because I had to help my aunt with some things the following day. That was where I discovered that my forgetful self did something insanely stupid.

"You've lost your card already?" Alessia laughed at my dismay, earning a pout from me. "You literally just got it last week."

You see, I came in this morning, only to realise that I actually couldn't enter because I didn't have my ID card with me. If it weren't for me entering with my aunt, I would have been locked out. Anyway, after my aunt threatened me to find it, and Alessia found me and couldn't stop laughing, I remembered where I had left it. Or should I say where Camila left it.

I rolled my eyes, trying to ignore her laughter. "I didn't lose it, because that would imply that I didn't know where it was..."

"So you know where it is?"

As I recalled where I was sure that I left my card, I nodded slowly. "Yeah. And it's somewhere unreachable."

"How unreachable?" she asked, a humoured smile on her lips. Her arms were crossed as she watched me with curiosity.

Well, seeing as I wrapped it up with Lauren's present, I would say pretty freakin' unreachable.

"Let's just say that I may need a new one..." I mumbled, only fuelling her laughter.

As I thought to myself, I wondered if the girls could possibly get it back. Maybe I could ask them to take it from Lauren's present? Assuming she had opened it, which I didn't think she had. Eventually, I came to the conclusion that it was gone forever.

"Your aunt is literally going to kill you, you know," Alessia pointed out as we headed to the photography studio.

I groaned. "Just don't tell her that it's permanently gone. Maybe I can get it back."

"You got it," she promised, making a 'zipping' motion with her fingers on her lips.

Our walk to the studio was relatively quiet, until she spoke up again. "So, can I have Y/BF/N's number yet?"

She had literally been asking me for Y/BF/N's number ever since she saw her on FaceTime last week. My answer was always no, but she was very persistent.

I face-palmed and walked further ahead of her, ignoring her calls. All I could think about was whether Lauren had opened the gift yet.

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Chicken Wings
Y/N: has Lauren opened the present yet?

Dinah: idk but it's not outside her bedroom sooo

Ally: we asked her about it at breakfast but she just steered the subject away

Normani: so then we asked her again at lunch and she did the same

Y/N: oh.. Okay, well thanks anyway, guys. Um, has anyone seen Camila? I need to whip her butt