It was 12am. The night was barely getting started. I had just bought a new odd future party dress and me n my bffs were going to go out for a night on the cloud. My name is Raeilynn. I'm mayo white and have a very boring personality, I enjoy Starbucks and get offended when people ask me if I like PSL or call me out on something. But somehow in the end, I get the guy who didn't deserve me. ANYWAYS, me and my friends, Becky, Jubilee, and Moonberry are gonna go out and paaaaartyy. It's finna be hella lit fam. So as me and my equally white friends waited in line we pulled out our fakes. ID's of course.
"So, I heard Nico Haraga gonna be partying here tonight." Said Moonberry
"Forreals?" I ask in a soft whimper.
And he was, cause Moonberry was never wrong. When we get to the front door, I can hear my favorite Meghan Trainor song playing. I give the bouncing our fakes and he lets us in. I soon lose my friends to equally bland white guys, and there is stood, all alone. But then the DJ played another banger, We Can't Stop X All About That Bass remix! As I'm getting crazy and wild and having a good time, I see him. Nico Haraga. Niiiiiiicoooo Haraaaaaagaaaa. Wow, he's real. In the flesh. As I'm walking up to him, I hear him yell to his friend Olan "MAN this shit deadass sucks! Let's get outta here!" OH NO!! He can't leave, I haven't invaded his personal space yet! So I run up to him in my polyester Odd Future party dress and suede stilettos, immediately trying to twerk on him.
"Ew get off me!!" He yells as he tries to push away. But I suddenly can't hear, I'm not even kidding. My ears are bleeding, I jammed to Meghan Trainor too hard. But I continue my duty to invade his space. As he walks away, and tries to get through the the crowd. He brisks my hand. This is it. We did it. I did it. We found love. I found love with him. And soon we'll get married and have children. So I hunt him down the street and get hit by a car.
THE END...
