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five: it's mall time

five: it's mall time
third person: max

max stared at her phone, she was so drunk last night. her headache was not getting any better, and she called thomas an ass. i mean he did kind of deserve it. she thought, she absolutely hated getting told what to do.

max looked at her notifications, she was still not over the fact that calum followed her. "max!" lola, her closest friend spoke loudly.

"what, lola." max answered her voice, etched with slight annoyance. "sounds live feels live is five months away! im so excited, aren't you?" lola looked at her hoping for a happy response.

"well, duh. im gonna see them in concert. i see why you are michael trash, and trust me i am too, but calum. cal-um. that is all." max looked at lola in the eye, pointing at a picture of calum, that she outlined with two ballpoint pens. (picture at the top, made it myself lol.)

"the bluntness is so evident im amazed." lola said, chuckling. max looked at her with a deadly glare. "i will not hesitate to hurt you, lola."

"okay, sure, but first. tell me who in the actual fuck is thomas? i looked through your phone yesterday, while you were asleep, because im a creep. i looked through your dms on twitter." lola shrugged her shoulders, and continued to play with her hair.

"you are officially a little bit closer to being insane." she pointed at lola, mentally facepalming at the black haired girl. "i'm waiting."

"ugh, okay. he's this dude named thomas who's chill i guess. we talk. alot. i was drunk yesterday, and i told him i was drunk, and he told me to drink water or go to sleep. i called him thomass, and yeah." max finished, putting on her shoes to go out.

"yeah, i know, i saw your dms, dumbass." lola spoke in a sarcastic tone. "shut up." max smiled, pushing lola slightly.

"c'mon, lola, its mall time."