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6

kate,,,

I woke up alone, in tanners room. I thought about my dream last night. What did that even mean? And why did I even have it? I barely remember my dreams. I brushed it off as a weird dream, like all the others that I somehow remember. I sit up, and smell the wonderful aroma of bacon. Nobody decided to wake me up, eh? I decided to actually get up out of the makeshift bed I shared last night. I walked into the bathroom, and looked at myself. How the hell did my hair get like this? Whatever. I pull my brush out from my bag and start brushing my hair. Once it's straight, I walked upstairs. I walked through the living room to the entrance of the kitchen, and realized that everyone was in the kitchen, but nobody was paying attention. You know what to do.

"OH MY GOD A MOUSE!" I screamed. They all jumped, startled by my scream, then jumped again at what I said. I started laughing.

"Gotta give you credit," Tristan said after they realized it was a prank. "That was pretty good."

"I take pride in that one." I say.

"Do you want some pancakes?" Quentin asked me as he was cooking.

"Sure." I say.

"Do you guys wanna film a challenge video with me today?" tanner asks us. (Us=Kate, Quentin, and Dylan.)

"Yes." "Sure." "Hell yeah." the three of us said at the same time.

"What should we film?" tanner asks as he scrolls through Twitter.

"Well I've always wanted to do the eat it or wear it challenge." I suggested.

"How about the conjoined twin challenge?" Dylan suggests.

"Yes." the rest of us say in unison.

"Well we have a winner!" I say.

"Well the pancakes are ready," Quentin says. "Also, I burnt the bacon so we can't have that. Unless you want to."

"I'll pass on that." I say as I look over at the plate of burnt bacon. How do you even manage to do that? It literally looks like black strips of paper. Quentin hands us all plates and puts a stack of probably 16 pancakes on the table. We all take some.

"Have you guys ever heard of the milk fic?" I ask the boys out if the blue. Okay what the fuck. Why did you say that?!?

"No, but now I want to know what it is." tanner said. The rest nod.

"I actually didn't mean to say anything, and I wasn't even thinking about it, so if you REALLY want to know, I'll send you a link." I said.

"Yeah, you can do that. And I also say random shit like that out of the blue." Dylan responds. Tanner and Quentin look at him with horrified looks, and Dylan returns the face. "No. Don't say it."

"What did you say?" I ask Dylan with a bit of a demanding tone. "What embarrassing thing did you say?"

"Well now that you know that I said something, I guess I'm gonna have to tell you," Dylan looks at me, "But you have to promise not to tell anyone." I nod. "It was in seventh grade, and we were presenting a project that the three of us did together. While we were presenting, I randomly said 'how good that dick?' when tanner was speaking. I don't know where it came from, but I said it. I got a detention, and the entire class laughed. It doesn't seem so bad now, but at the time I wanted to crawl into a corner and die."

"Okay well who wants to get stuff to film?" tanner asks. "We gotta go to Walmart."

"Thought you were banned?" I questioned.