as soon as i had taken a shower and changed my clothes, i heard a bunch of pounding on my door. i sighed, and headed downstairs as quickly as i could.
"who is it? are you a murderer?" i rolled my eyes, peeked through the windows. my closest friends were standing at the door, holding large bags of chik fil a.
"just open the door, idiot." that came from the most sarcastic of my best friends, ginger lancaster.
i opened the door, and gave my friends a wide smile.
"what are you guys doing here? also, what's the chik fil a for?" i stood back, so my friends could come inside.
"it's for you, peaches. well, for all of us." ginger's brother, holden brought me in for a hug.
i guess my friends were anticipating tomorrow just as much as i was. it was sweet of them to come over, i really appreciated the gesture.
we went to my room, and placed napkins on the floor.
"we got a lot of chicken fingers, those are your favorite, right?" serena passed me a box, and tossed me some dipping sauce as well.
these were the people i loved to pieces. the lancasters, holden (who i had met in preschool, and knew ever since) and ginger, his twin sister, and braxton (their sixteen year old brother. serena haze, (my best friend from elementary + middle school) was here too.
all we were doing was chatting and eating chicken and fries, but i was having so much fun. i was lucky to have so many people that cared in my life.
"hold on, what the FUCK is that?" braxton pointed to my window, and jumped.
i turned around, and saw a hooded figure... pressed up against my window.
i started screaming, my first instinct was to hide behind holden.
"TAKE HIM! HE HAS LIVED AN AMAZING LIFE, IT ISN'T MY TIME TO GO!"
holden turned to face me, and looked at me like i was dumb.
"first of all, thanks... i guess... but um, that's your creepy ass boyfriend. how can you not tell?"
the figure took off his hood, and motioned for me to come over.
"he might be creepy, but he's hot as hell. good job, masey." braxton patted me on the back, and i snorted.
"my bad." i took a bite of a chicken finger, and opened up the window.
i wasn't trying to start anything in front of my friends, but i couldn't help it.
i opened the window up, and smacked him on the arm.
"what is wrong with you?!" i whisper yelled, and smacked him on the arm once again... just for good measure.
he looked genuinely upset, but i knew better. he didn't feel bad, not even a little.
"just let me come in, baby. i'll explain."
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a/n: i can't wait for ppl to read this sndnn
