Late Last Night

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A/N:
This book is in need of serious editing. I apologize for all the mistakes, name switches and potential plot holes. I was fourteen when I started this book, so I can't imagine the horrible grammar mistakes I made. If you're still here, thanks :) But you have been warned.

Also I will be changing the beginning chapters of the story, but the ideas remain the same.

Enjoy.

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::Chapter One::Like a Virgin::Madonna

"But this dress is so gorgeous." Amy said. She really wanted me to go to that party it her, huh? Even though it was nine days away.

"No." I said flatly.

"But-"

"Hells no." I added.

Amy put up the short black dress against my body and I took a step back.

"B*itch move one more time and it will be me and you on the floor, wrestling." Amy hissed. Her nostrils flared and she took a dangerous step towards me.

Amy Little is well, little, but she's scary as hell. I gulped once and stuck my chin in the air, ready to retaliate, when another voice cuts me off.

"Woo! Girls wrestling. That's sexy!"

Amy and I gave our best friend, Ronnie, a look.

"Is there going to be mud?" Louis asked.

Louis was another one of my best friends. I only have three, Amy, Ronnie and Louis. Amy was what we called the bitch. Ronnie was the gay sl*t and Louis was... sl*t number two. 'Sept he was straight.

Amy grabbed a hanger and threw at him. "Shut the hell up."

"Ow! It was just a joke!" Louis cried. Ronnie batted his eyelashes at Louis.

"I can kiss it better." he said. Louis rolled his eyes.

"I rather Nadya kiss it than you." Louis shrugged. I blushed at that even though I knew he was joking.

"Aww." Ronnie cooed. "She's blushing." I rolled my eyes as they cooed at me. I huffed and pushed myself on the Amy's bed.

"Let's face it. I have nothing to wear. So I might as well not go!" I said. Amy growled-a habit of her's- and tackled me off the bed.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I yelled.

"I'm wrestling you." she laughed maliciously and pinned my arms down. I grunted and bit her arm. She drew back and I tackled her.

"Who's laughing now!" I jeered. My victory was short lived because she pushed me off and then punched me in my breast.

"You mofo!" I yelled. She laughed at me and pointed.

"Don't mess with the king, b*tch!"

"Whatever," I grumbled, still rubbing my precious boob.

That sounded so wrong.

Louis laughed at us, "You guys are so hot when you wrestle. Do it again."

"Shut up, Louis!" Amy and I shouted in union. We both got up and sat back down on the bed.

My favorite part of this room was the picture that Amy took. She was into art, and she painted, drew, or took photos of everything that meant something to her. On the left side of her square shaped bedroom was a picture of all of us. Louis' arm was around Amy's waist and his other arm was around Ronnie's shoulder. Louis had one of those dimpled grins that we rarely see. His blond hair had tints of brown in it and his hazel eyes were sparkling. Ronnie had his arm around mine and was kissing my cheek. His black hair was covering my eyes and forehead. I remember telling him to move because I couldn't see. The camera only saw my lips that were formed into a smile and my blush.