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"Reality ruined my life" -ifyoudontknowwhosingsthisthenidkwhattosaytoyou

My legs were crossed as I sat on Danny's counter top eating a banana. My bum was a bit cold because of the table, but I was too lazy to care, I didn't feel like getting up to sit in an actual chair. He walked pass me to get a pair of shoes he left in the downstairs closet.

"What are you doing tonight?" I casually asked, peeling the banana skin farther.

"Going to a party," he responded simply.

"Sick, can I ride with?"

"Umm-"

"A party!?" Natalia balanced her knees on the sofa turning her attention away from the television to get in on the conversation. "I want to go," her smile was sweet, and although it may seem like it, she wasn't superbly happy annoying-thank God.

Danny turned to me giving me a look as if her wanting to tag along was my fault.

"What? I don't blame her, a party sounds way more fun than this shit-excuse of a night. Besides, I asked if I could have a ride, I'm going either way. If she wants to come, I'm not telling her no."

Danny rolled his eyes, walking up the stairs, "I'm off for a shower. Be ready in thirty." Natalia ran upstairs in excitement and I threw away my banana peel. She hollered my name from above, demanding I go to her room.

"Do you think Luke's gonna be there?" she wondered.

Huffing, I sat on her bed, hugging a small pillow, "He's always here, he'll be there."

"He's not here right n-"

"Hey babes, I'm hoommmeee," you could hear Luke's voice trailing from downstairs.

"Just watch the tv or something, we're getting ready," I yelled for him to hear. I looked back at Natalia and he shouted back a response. "You were saying?"

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"Keep an eye on Jade, all right?" Danny whispered in my ear when we got there. I waved him off looking for some kind of drink, I was thirsty. From the corner of my eye I could see Natalia questioning what he told me.

"C'mere." She followed me to the kitchen. We both grabbed a red plastic cup and started drinking.

"Hey, baby. What's your name?"

"Certainly not 'baby'," his blue eyes glistened with tease when I hissed at him, matching with his smirk.

"Then what should I call a bird like you?"

"Shouldn't call her at all," Louis stood next to me, growling. When did he get here?

"And why not, mate?" this blond seemed very amused at angering Louis.

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