**you're a recent high school grad in this one btw**
the party
If you had anywhere else, you would rather be, you would be there but sat in your rooms looking at blurry screenshots of snapchats of the boy of your dreams was okay for you on your Friday nights.
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You could be like any other teenager, partying and doing whatever. But, right now, this was what you wanted. Hell, you were like those other kids sometimes. Having fun was having fun, and you liked it in different ways. Ignoring your friends' text about how lame you are, ignoring the blaring sound of music and screaming hyper-masculine boys down the street, you were unhappy you weren't able to save enough for Skate Maloley's tour. (y/b/f/n): ay lil bitch you done being lame? you:
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you: can a ho not have a 'sorry for myself day'? (y/b/f/n): just plz come down 😫 you: alright lil whiny bitch
You got dressed, decided to go halfway between glammed up and casual glammed up, so you were pretty glammed up.
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You smiled at your outfit and twirled in the mirror really quickly. Wow, your mood was already getting better post-beating-that-face. You walked down the street and opened the door to the house, immediately hit with the smell of sweat and weed. Oh, great. You went to find your friend and found her cozied up next to Alissa, the girl who had been bragging that she got Skate tickets for a month. You rolled your eyes but put a fake ass smile on your face. No need to be rude. "Hey, (ybfn). Hey, Alissa." "Hey, (yn). Guess what?" Alissa said, excitedly (and annoyingly). "What's up?" "Skate's here," she whispered, getting close to you. You looked at her as if she was crazy. "Yeah right," you mumbled, noticing her wobbling. She probably meant he was in the city, not at this lame ass, third round grad party. You went to get something to drink, deciding on a light vodka+fruit juice combo. "Hey ma," a raspy voice said from behind you. You turned around and started choking on the vodka. Soon, his hand was placed on your lower back and the other grabbed your plastic cup from your hands. "You alright?" He questioned, looking down at you. You nodded, clearing your throat. "Just a big fan." "Really?" He questioned with a smile on his face. "Or was that your first drink and you're tryna play cool?" He asked while his smile turned into a smirk. You rolled your eyes playfully. "Whatever, Maloley. You should know I could outdrink your ass." "Is that a lil bet?" "Bet," you retorted.
