That's Not Awkward (A Janoskians Fan-fiction *ON HOLD*

Partaaay! :D

**********Tuesday Night**********

Now until the trip is just gonna be mostly bullshitting around. Briella and I decide that we could do some shopping before the trip. To finalize our packing, we decide to go to Walmart.

“Ready bitch?” Briella says while putting on her sunglasses.

“Yeah I am, do you know exactly what you wanna get from the store?” I say

“Not at all. Well, that's a lie... I know we wont need sunscreen and shit because its getting cooler. Maybe games.”

“You wanna watch a movie tonight?” I say, making a puppy dog face.

“We do that every night. Why don’t we do something fun to celebrate us leaving this shit school?”

“Oh please, you love dancing and art. Don’t even act like you don’t love this school asshole.” I say while crossing my arms.

“Yeah I know. Now get into the car loser, we’re going shopping.”

Ahhh how I love Mean Girls’ quotes.

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We arrive at the big Walmart and I follow Bree to the party section.

“Why are we here?” I question.

“Were drinking tonight… Beau might come over” She says, not making eye contact with me.

“Can they come to the dorms still? It’s the last night.”

“No, but I'll sneak them in.” She says turning to me, and then winking.

“Them? You just said only Beau was coming…” I whined while stomping my feet on the ground like a little kid.

“I was lying, now fill your basket with more cups.”

At this time Briella had already filled her basket with numerous bags of plastic cups.

“What the hell are you doing with all these cups?” I question Bree.

“Have you ever played flip cup?” She says in response.

“No.”

“Beer Pong?”

“No...”

“Never have I ever?” She insists.

“No! No I have not…”

“What the fuck do you do with your life?”

“A lot better things that you do with yours.” I snap back.

“Hahaha, funny. Now hurry up. I’m going to get our beach trip thingies... pay for these.” Bree says shoving her basket of cups into my stomach.

After I filled up my basket with cups, I walk over to the station lit up ‘1’ and waited in line. The cashier guy was really hot, but I tried not to stare to much. The line moves fast (unlike in America) and I walk up to the belt to put my baskets down. The cashier guy looks at me and smiles, so I turn my head away. I notice his name plate, his name is Carl. What and ugly name for such a hot face. I pull out my phone to make it less weird between us two, and then I notice him saying;

“Whatchyu gonna do with all these cups?”

I have no idea what to say. If I tell him we are playing drinking games he might report me for being under aged or something crazy.

“My friend, she has a cup fetish. She likes to stack them in her room, and look at them all day. You know, take pics. Upload them to Instagram... Twitter... possibly Facebook.” I'm just soooo good with guys.