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Dinner with friends

I don't want to get up but I have too. After debating for 10 minutes I finally get up. I still have on my penguin Pj's. I put my hair in a messy bun. You can see my moon tattoo. I make breakfast for everyone. I grab one of my airhorns and pull the trigger. Seconds later everyone's in the living room giving me death glares. "What? The foods ready!" I say as I shrug. Everyone grabs a plate and piles food on it. "I found one of her tattoos. There's a moon behind her ear." Luke says. "Congrats! Now look at my hands and find the other one." I say sassily. Lucas grabs my right hand and finds the cross on my ring finger. "Found it! It's a cross on her ring finger on her right hand!" He says. They all stare at my hand and ear. "I like them!" Calum says. They all agree with him. "I love your pjs. Penguins rock!" Luke says. I thank him. My phone rings. It's management. I answer."Hello Sky speaking!" I say. "Hello! All of you need to go to dinner. Dress nicely. No neon heels. Wear a dress please. A cab will pick you up at 7." "Please let me wear my neon heels. All my heels are neon!" I beg. "Fine!" He huffs. "Thanks and will do. Bye." I say as I hang up. "Ok we have dinner at 7 and dress nicely. No neon heels for you." I say. Ashton laughs and nods. *time skip to 6* I decided to get dressed. I put on my black dress and a pair of neon yellow heels. I do my makeup and hair. I also put on a pair of black earrings. My hair is in its natural curls and my make up is simple. Just some mascara and lip balm. By the time I'm finished its time to leave. All the boys are in kakis and a polo shirt. It's a miracle. They always wear skinny jeans and band shirts. "Omg Sam is in a dress." Jay says. "You look beautiful!" Lucas whispers in my ear. I thank him and we leave. Once we got in the car the music came on. "I thought we can't wear neon heels so why are you wearing neon heels?" Ash asks me. "I had to beg!" I answer. He just laughs. We finally arrive at the restaurant. The entire night we talk about going to the studio and what I'm going to do about the New York Times. You see I write a doctors advice column. It tells you things like how to do CPR and what to do when a person has a panic attack. It's an amazing column. All the boys where shocked when that topic came up. I didn't tell them. "I'll have to quit. It was hard writing at 3am on a bus. I know I have to do one more before I quit." I explain. "Thats ok!" Steve says. The conversation goes on while I sit in silence thinking about my life.