Dear Diary,
enough about me.
How are you guys doing?
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Sighing to herself, Mal picked at the end of her pen, allowing the ink to create dotted markings on the tip of her index finger.
DOOR STORM!
"Have you seen my hair tie?"
Jay's abrupt and very loud entrance into her and Evie's dorm nearly jump-started her heart into cardiac arrest.
"Jesus! Knock first?" She scoffed out as her eyes followed his searching built figure.
"This," his hands circled around his face, "is in an emergency, woman. I have a date tonight."
"So wear it down," she uninterestingly replied. She never understood Jay's pet peeve about loose hair on dates. He looked pretty either way, honestly. Boy was blessed by the hands of Jafar's god, as she used to overhear Audrey say.
Jay stared at her as if she knew better than to suggest such treason before finding it buried under Evie's hair products, "Knew it! That blueberry thief. A'ight see you later, sis."
She uninterestingly waved him goodbye, slightly pouting as he shut the door.
When was the last time Ben took her on a surprise date...
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YOU ARE READING
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Fanfiction╰┈➤ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵒ ⁱⁿˢᵉᶜᵘʳᵉ, ᴵ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ; ᵂʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ᵐʸ ᶠᵘᶜᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵉᵉⁿᵃᵍᵉ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ¡! ❞ ☆✼★━━━━━━━━━━━━★✼☆ The tears flowed unchecked down her cheeks and dripped from her chin. She was too sad to cry out or wail, she just stood there as still as a statue...
