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"you said what!?" nate yells, "nah g, come on.. you makin' me look desperate! you realize she broke up with me... right?"

"bro i know, calm down! she said that when her schedule opened, she'd love to see all of us again. that includes you." i tell the frustrated nate in front of me.

he sighs, "fine." then walks out of the house and doesn't forget to slam the door on his way out.

"maybe you shouldn't have talked to her, g." johnson says.

"you would've too if she was in front of you!"i argue.

sammy chuckles, "i wouldn't have necessarily talked."

when i look over at sammy, his signature smirk is evident on his face.

johnson and i shake our heads.

"whatever. i talked to her, she got my number..." i trail off once my phone buzzes in my pocket.

i take my phone out and it's the classic, 'hey it's isabelle' text message.

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"get your asses in the living room now!" i yell to the three boys.

each one of them come out of their rooms.

they all sit on the couch and stare at me, "what?" johnson is first to speak.

"boys." i say, "we have to clean. we have a guest coming tomorrow afternoon." i smirk.

"who?" sammy asks, but clues in shortly after, "oh! isabelle?"

"isabelle?!" nate yells. i don't know if he's happy, excited or very pissed off.

"yeah." i nod, "she texted me saying she misses all of us, and seeing us last night made her regret how she left."

nate's eyes were wide, "i got fucking clean! we all have to fucking clean!"

johnson laughs, "i think you should fake a girl coming over all the time so he's like this." sam joins in on the laughter, myself included.

"come on you lazy asses!" nate yells at us.

our eyes are wide, but we obey and begin to clean.

a very long time later, the cleaning is done and it's now about two in the am.

"damn." nate breaths, "that was a lot of fuckin' work."

"just a little." johnson leans in to the couch.

sammy was already passed out on the floor, and so the three of us decided to go up to our rooms to sleep.