World War 3

*Dramatic exit*

They did not. I can not believe they did. I mean...have you ever heard of privacy, people? Geez.

"We weren't really planning on it at first though!" Kathryn cries, obviously not wanting me upset.

"It was all just jokes in the beginning. I swear," begs Olivia. I just-I don't know. It's not such a big deal but at the same time, it kind of is. As my mind races, I can feel my face becoming hot and cherry colored.

"I'm still praying this is all just a cruel joke."

"Oh would you cut the act," Anna suddenly becomes aggravated ,"It's over now. It's not like the whole world is gonna end because your friends spied on you! Could you please just calm down?" Holy guacamole. What act? Me calm down? I think we all know who needs to take some chill pills.

"I wasn't freaking out. I was just-"

"Yes you were!!" *dramatic exit*. The door slams. Looks were exchanged. The front door squeaks open. Then shut. And we all burst into hysterical laughter!

"Hahahahah did she seriously just do that?!"

"That looked more like a terrible scene for a soap opera!" Olivia and Kathryn cry of laughter while we make fun of the drama queen of the century, Anna Avery. Yea yea, I know it's mean but hey. She started it.

Once the tears of laughter, red faces, and hyperventilating faded, Olivia looks at me and wiggles her eyebrows.

"...what?" I play dumb.

"How was the daaaaate?" taunts Olivia, still making her eyebrows dance.

"You should know. You were there," I answer in that 'duuuuh' tone of voice.

"Well we were there but we need details," both my blondies nod. I began to explain everything. How we moved closer and closer every time he made a funny remark. How we snuggle and flirted for 190 minutes straight. About the kiss...on the cheek of course. I want...no...I need my first lip-to-lip contact to be perfect!

"Awwww! Y'all are too perfect for words!", Kathryn states her familiar line. "Sooo when is your next date?"

That's a good question. "I don't know." I'm hoping soon though. "But for now, I have a date with my bed and pillow. Night!" Kathryn and Liv go along with it and snuggle up in their own sleeping bags. Woah. When did those get there? It doesn't matter though because I have to dream about Mr. Perfection.

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My eyes flutter open to the feel of someone or something touching my eyelashes.

"Be more gentle! She's gonna wake up."

"Too late," I sit up, slowly but surely. "What are y'all doing??"

The two curly hairs blondes exchange looks. Their butts lift off the bed in sync and Kathryn heads to the bathroom and returns with a pink bag. After rummaging through the closet, Olivia comes out with jeans and an adorable blouse.

"We're getting you ready for breakfast at the bakery," declares Kathryn with a huge, cheeky grin on her face. When it comes to me and guys, Kathryn always smiles.

I groan. "B-b-but I don't wanna get up!"

The pillow hits me and I vaguely hear, "Too bad!"

RAWWRR! Why are they sooo

persistent?

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Sorray it took foreverr! I've been traveling internationally a lot lately and sadly I'm going away for another week in July!! But I just back yesterday from Prague and ima be updating constantly!

Love you all for over 40 reads! (It's pathetic but I'm proud!) Peace!