Rebellion | magcon |

Invitation

Invitation [in-vi-tey-shuh n]

noun

1.  the act of inviting

2.  the written or spoken form of an invited person

 

"What? Haha. Wow, I have to be with a bunch of horny fags." I laughed tossing the letter on the dinner table. "Hun, take it into suggestion! Then maybe you can find some friends!" She looked around in the fridge. Really mom? Low much?

I took my glass of orange juice upstairs into my room. I set my cup down. Should I go? Should I not? What do I do?

To be honest I think they're all a bunch of horny teenagers ready to get it on. #PukingRightNow

Do I go?.. Or nahh? OK LILAC STAY ON TASK YOU LIL SHIT. That's it. I went over to my desk, took my notebook, ripped a peice of paper out, and made a Pro and Con list.

Pro: I get to be around a bunch of hot guys.

Con: They're all horny fags.

Pro: I get money from the events. 

Con: I have to deal with screaming fans and haters.

I give up, sure i'll go. I didn't have shit to do anyways this summer.

I put Bart's contact in my phone and called him.

"Hello? Bart?" I asked.

"Oh hi! Is this Lilac?" A man's voice asked. 

"Yes. You must be Bart!" I sound happy, but i'm actually bored af rn.

"Yes! Have you agreed or?..." He led on.

"Nah." I whispered.

"What?" He asked.

I snapped out of my nah thoughts. 

"Uhh yeah! I'm going! I'm totally looking forward to it!" I tried to sound as happy as I could.

"Ok, I know you can be a bit wild so try not to get in trouble with the boys, I have to go to a meeting. I will see you soon! Bye." He hung up before I could say anything and I just shrugged it off.

I went on Twitter because I was bored and retweeted some shit. I then got bored so I went on Soundcloud, put on Butt Naked Nasty or naw on and twerked and did other stuff.

What? I felt like it.

Later, I posted some vines and checked out the Magcon boy's vines to see what they're like. I really liked Matt and Taylor, but the others were hot too. I liked Matt and Taylor both but seeing Taylor shirtless, I be like HOT DAYUUUMM.His abs doe. Tbh it DID make him look like a tool, but a HOT one.

Before I knew it, My mom was calling me, "LILAC! DINNER IS DONE!". I ran downstairs, eatin that shit up. "Holy crap this tastes good!" I moaned. My mom glared at me because of my language use. I shrugged and ate that shit like it was gelato. By the time I finished, it was 8:00. I stayed on Instagram for the whole time and posted some selfies until 9:00 pm. 

I eventually climbed in bed, rested my eyes, and fell into a deep sleep with dreams about Taylor's abs. Don't judge.

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Author's note:

 Ayye this is Haileyyyy. Idk I felt like making a story. It sucks shit, I know. Give me suggestions and comment if you have any. I know I skipped forward but I didn;t really have anything to write about. Oh yeah and go listen to Butt Naked Na$ty or naw on Soundcloud or youtube 'cause I love it. Peace. | Rebel Hailey |