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28 ⇢ your pretty boy is here

❝The word fuck can be used in many ways and is probably the only fucking word that can be put everyfuckingwhere and still make fucking sense.❞
- Unknown

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Dedicated to my newfound bff lenzieisreal . You're actual one of the sweetest people I know thanks for encouraging me to update and always leaving funny comments xox

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Mackenzie Ziegler

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Grimacing with the effort, I curl my hair to perfection– only doing a lock at at time. My sleek brown hair is going up a treat, and coupled with the dark blue dress Lauren gifted me, it sets me off like a picture frame. Silver stilettos cling tightly to my feet, and my Mothers diamond necklace dangles in the hollow at my neck.

When my phone vibrates on my dresser I pick it up, glancing at the messages there.

Lauren
See you soon, we just left xx

Johnny
Have fun tonight <3

Both messages make me smile, and deciding I better get on with my hair I set my phone down again. When all of my brown tresses are tied back into a half ponytail, I survey myself in the mirror. Not bad, I think to myself.

A car horn tooting brings me out of my reverie, and after scooping up my belongings and placing them in a clutch bag I dash downstairs.

"Lauren and Brynn are here Mum. I'm going." I say, watching Mum while standing in our kitchen doorway.

"Okay, love you, bye." She smiles neatly.

"Love you too!" I yell.

I'm about to pull the front door open, when I hear a yell. "Don't drink!" The voice says. Rolling my eyes and smiling, I yell back.

"I won't!"

And with that, I'm off.

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Lauren pulls up beside the curb, and shrieking with excitement we all jump out of the car. It feels like the old trio again– back before we started our last year of high school. We used to party every weekend, and this doesn't feel any different.

Apart from the fact that you're pregnant, a voice inside my head says. I frown at myself, but forget all about it when Brynn asks me if I'm feeling constipated.

Giggling and laughing once again, we head into the club. Lauren goes first and successfully gets us in with her ID– her garish red lipstick, skintight black dress and stiletto heels make her look at least twenty.

Music pounds throughout the room, vibrating loudly at every bass note in the music. Do re mi by Blackbear is currently playing, and it's loud enough to give anyone a headache within a few hours.

People thrive in this place; it's loud but yet secretive at the same time. Rebels, misfits, and outcasts regularly come here– but us? We're only looking for a good time.