Jfc this chapter is gonna trigger me so much...bc I ship Langie okay gtgtgtgtg
Angie
I got a ukulele today.
I self-taught myself how to play the guitar, I figured the ukulele wouldn't be any different.
I told Sahara that she could come over to hear my new song (song she plays is above).
I honestly don't know what I was thinking.
I don't want her here, especially around Luna, since they can't seem to get along.
But, I can't go back now.
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"Ugh!" Annabelle groaned as she slammed another plate with another pair of burnt bacon on it.
"This new microwave is not working out for me!" She yelled. "I've burned five plates of bacon today! Whether it's one minute or three minutes, I can't fucking figure it out!"
"Woah, Anna, calm down." I got up to throw the bacon away.
"Let's try two minutes." I put some raw bacon in the microwave and pressed the numbers.
"Thanks, Angie. Oh, when's Sahara supposed to be coming over?" Annabelle asked.
"In a few minutes."
She nodded.
"Well, I'll be in here." She put the five plates in the dishwasher.
"Okay!" I ran upstairs and waited for Sahara.
---skip to when Sahara arrives and Angie plays House of Gold
"That's beautiful, Angie. Absolutely beautiful." Sahara beamed.
I smiled. "Thanks."
I put my ukulele away and sat back down on my couch.
"So, how's Luna?" Sahara asked.
"She's fine. Still feisty Luna, you know."
She chuckled as she she scooted closer to me.
"Look, Angie. I have something to tell you."
Jeez, I knew where this was going.
"I like you."
She grinned as she kissed me.
I kissed back.
Once we stopped kissing, we just looked at each other until I finally said something.
"I-I feel th-the same way."
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Sorry.
-kisses from mo
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/not on drugs ✔
Teen Fictiona story in which a druggie and a perfectionist fall in love....somehow. -morgiie