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SLOW DANCE
[ Michelle Holland's POV- ]
"Knock knock!" My eyes went from the ceiling-window towards the door where all the boys we're standing. I groan and my head falls back onto my pillow.
"Don't come in." I say. I was totally weak from that teambuilding-exersice and all I wanted to do is lay in bed and stare at the sky.
"We can't come in if we're already inside." Edwin says, he then points at his head while reacting the iconic meme.
"No way bro, you got a hanging chair!" Austin says as he takes place in it. He then swings himself back and forth, totally being in his own world.
Both Brandon and Nick jump on my bed, making me jump up a little bit and being out of the position I was laying in. I sit up straight and lean my back against the headboard. Zion and Edwin were on the balcony, I should've acted like I was asleep.
"So you guys just decided to hang out in my room?" I ask. Austin, Brandon and Nick all nod their head.
"Basically." Brandon adds.
"Where does that music come from?" Nick asks and we all went quiet. There was indeed music playing and it must've been coming from outside because no phones, no speakers, no music.
"There's a party." Edwin steps back into my room from my balcony along with Zion right behind him.
"It looks pretty lit." Zion says and the boys all look at each others.
"Yamborghini chain, rest in peace to my superior. Hermes link could feed a village in Liberia. TMZ taking pictures causin' mad hysteria." We hear and they all start jumping and screaming.
"That's my song!" Zion screams, pointing repeatedly at him self. He holds onto his cap and looks at all of us. "We have to go!"
Zion, being the loud turnt up guy, starts hyping up the boys to join him crashing the party. He starts to dance slightly, like he was moving with just 60% effort.
"I'm down for it!" Nick says. He rolls off of my bed, so does Brandon as well. "Let's go!"
"Do you think we might get the chance to perform one of our covers?" Austin asks. The boys thought about it, they never really performed an actual gig.
"Hey, if we could save you from that bloody cage that we can perform on that party." Edwin says proudly. Austin then jumps from the hanging chair and starts being hyped up again.
"Let's go!" They all start walking towards the door, ready to party. I watch them take the steps, just a little bit...almost there....
"Wait!" Brandon says. Gosh, dang it!
He then turns around and faces me. "Aren't you coming?" He asks. I pull the blankets higher up to my shoulders and I shake my head.
"No...no thank you." I say. "I will have my own party here, with my bed and my chips."
"Nah." They all walk back into my room.
So close. So close to having a lazy night.
"You're coming with us." Nick says, talking like a kidnapped about to kidnap me.
"Do I have to?" I whine and Zion grabs my arm and drags me out of bed. The blanket fall from my body, revealing my shorts and shirt I use as pj's.
"Yes, it ain't no PrettyMuch party crashing without our songwriter." Austin replies, throwing his hair back with his hand.
"Oh hunny, you need to change." Edwin says, looking in disgust on what I am wearing. He then walks towards my closet, along with Brandon and Austin.
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Fanfic"You used to give me an hard time back in the days. But when you took her from me, you took everything from me as well." Choosing between the things you love and the things to make your future better is always something to think twice about. PRETTYM...
