Chapter 8: Party? Party.

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a/n: a bit longer than usual chapter for y'all! Enjoy !

Charlotte:

"Wait wait wait, the Luke Hemmings slept in the same bed as you last night!" Noah picks up a pillow that's on my couch and chucks it at me in disbelief.

I giggle at his sudden burst of fanboy energy, throwing the brown pillow right back at him.

"It was literally so weird because he was drunk and then he started crying about someone breaking up with him, so then I go over by him, obvi. I asked him who broke up with him, and of course he ignored my question and started asking about if I believed in true love," I continue with telling Noah all of last night's many events.

"Do you like him, Char?" Noah asks out of the blue, smirking at me devilishly.

"N-no! And that's completely off topic, Noah!" My cheeks burn with a blush.

"Ooh but you do, don't you!" He laughs, scooting closer to me obnoxiously to give me a noogie right on my head.

I ignore him, crossing my arms at my chest defensively. "I do not like Luke. Plus I barely know the guy!" I exclaim.

"Charlotte, no need to deny it! I'm your best friend!"

I'm about to say something snarky back to him, when my phone vibrates, signaling I've gotten a text.

"Who is it?" Noah asks me, once I had picked up my phone.

"I'm not sure, it's some random person. They're not in my contacts?" I say, glancing down at the text, which simply says "hey".

"Text them back!" He says eagerly, clapping his hands together.

I shrug, texting back a classic "who is this" to the random number.

Not even three seconds afterwards, I feel my phone vibrate on my thigh.

Unknown Number:
It's Luke... Forget about me already? :-')

Me: Maybe;) how'd you get my number??

Lucas: I put it in your phone this morning and sent myself a text so it'd be in my phone too, dipshit.

Me: hey who you callin dipshit, dipshit? Wait what even iS a dipshit tho ?

Lucas: omg idek. ANYWAYS CHARLO, there's gonna be a lit party tonight at me and mike's house. You in? 7 sharp.

Me: can I bring a friend?

Lucas: no problem ;-)

Me: wuts yer address dipshit

Lucas: you won't need my address, Charlo. This party's gonna be so lit you'll hear it from your apartment.

Me: :/

Lucas: S8765 LA Boulevard, LA, CA.

Me: second guessed yourself?

Lucas: nope.

Me: mhm sure. we'll see how great this party is.

Lucas: See you later, Charlo.

Me: maybe, Lucas.

6:30 PM

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