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DEVANS POV (ITS YA BOI SKINNY P- okay on with the story)

       Eh finally. As i walk from hell i call a restaurant. I really didn't want to work there. I only did it because of Serena she a good friend i guess......tho i have to walk home to a drunk father....FUCKIN-....never mind..
I walk by my house i was fighting myself if i should go home...or visit Serena...... Eh I'll go crash at Serena's house.
As i walk to her house i knocked on her door.....i hear a groan..... Pssh ....i woke her up.....eh that pay back because she did that to me so oh well.....she opens the door.
"Eh....hey Devan..oh-....DEVEN WUT THE FUCK WHY DID YOU-......wait why aren't you home asleep you left before me... ?" She asked.
"Well-" i get cut off by her.
"Your father is drunk again...." She groans.
"Uh....yea..." I reply.
She opens the door wide.
"Well come in." She yawns.
"Heh...thanks..."
"Any time dennie"
"Who the fuck is Dennie"
"Tour nick name get used to it."
"Hey you-" i turn around and she walks upstairs to her room.
"O....Kay.."i whisper to myself.
She comes back with a pillow and a blanket and throws it at me.
"Now shut the fuck up and sleep"
"...yea yea!"
I lay down and get tired and sleep. Eh...i totally forgot about Gorege my cat...he was at the house....eh...he'll be okay.

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