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twenty-three

Thalia POV

Twenty minutes later, Connie and I were sitting on a big leather couch throwing sprinkles at each other lazily and talking about the horrors of leggings. The boys hadn't showed up yet, they were showering, apparently.

"....and then when I still had my cat, Fluffernutter, her hair would get all over them! Like, how do you even get cat hair off leggings?" A yellow skittle bounced off my forehead, and I picked it up from the couch and popped it in my mouth. Connie was sobering up a little, but it was taking forever. I just hoped that by the time the boys showed up, she would be okay.

"I remember Fluffernutter! She was ginormous." I was laughing now, and I chucked a skittle in her general direction. She caught in her mouth, still laughing.

"You were terrified of her!"

"I was not!"

"Oh come on, you started hissing at her whenever you even caught a glimpse of her-slightly-oversized paws."

"So I'm not a cat person, sue me."

"She purred at you and you started crying."

"Shut up, oh my god. I was, what, twelve?" We were both in fits of giggles now, and there were skittles all over the floor and in the couch cushions.

There was a knock on the door and I twisted my torso so I was facing the sound.

"Come in." I heard Connie say. Black jeans, black converse, and a long black Green Day tank top became visible.

Michael Clifford.

His (a/n idk what color his hair is rn) hair was wet, but he was smiling broadly when he came in. Immediately he ran over and hugged me, and I attempted to stand up but he basically crashed on top of me.

"Thalia!" His voice was muffled in my shoulder, but he was laughing. His chest rumbled when he laughed. I wrapped my arms back around him as best I could.

"Michael!" I giggled, my voice soft and muffled.

"Oh, damn. Your voice is higher pitched than I would've thought." I gave him a look that said 'what the actual fuck Michael' and he shrugged. Connie cleared her throat from behind us and Michael stood up, engulfing her in a bear hug.

"I'm gonna piss myself this is so exciting holy shit!" She squealed. He laughed in response.

"Haven't heard that one before." She slapped his chest.

"Yeah, well, it's different with me."

"How so?" He cocked his head playfully. She laughed. She was a happy drunk, thought.

"I'm not even drunk right now!" Whoops, thinking out loud, I guess. She was looking at Michael, and they were both laughing at me. I just stuck my tongue out and turned away, cuddling up to the arm of the couch.

The door swung open loudly, just as Michael was asking Connie to stay the night. I glanced up from my phone and there he was, Ashton Irwin, hair wet, clothes clinging to him.

"Did you shower in your clothes?" Connie sputtered, obviously amused. He hadn't looked in my direction yet, and I was frozen in my little potato-ball position on the couch. He was here.

Why was he here?

He saw her, and his head turned slightly. He was confused, but I don't think she caught on. I thought I was going to explode, or maybe implode now that I thought about it. I was sucking myself up from the inside out.

"Who...?" Ashton raised his eyebrows, and Connie pulled out of Michael's grasp.

"I'm Connie," she replied quickly, with a confident smile. That was the last thing I wanted her to say. Now he was going to....

He looked around the room, and when his eyes landed on me, he gasped. I sighed, and I was looking down. If our eyes met I don't think I would've been able to keep it together.

"Holy shit, Thalia."
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A/N
I'm sorry I haven't updated in like a week, I couldn't get anything out that sounded good. So I tried. Whooop
-claire