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This is my first English fan fiction, so please don't be too strict with me and leave feedback, critics and whatever in the comment. I do not own Monsta X's Kihyun and the Images i'm using for my banners, so credits to the original artists, but the rest is mine. I do not plagiarize. If you find or already know a similar book, let me know. Okay enough of that. Enjoy reading! ————
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Rain was pouring outside and splattering onto the windowpane. The white funky ceiling lamp gave this draber college room at least a little bit of warmth. ,Time flies by so fast, yesterday I was a kid, now I am a senior in college and now going to visit my first ever party', I thought to myself whilst staring at the only half filled white ikea bookshelves.
The door swung open to reveal my very best but definitely weirdest friend Sheila.
„Minaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!", Sheila squeaked happily and abruptly ripped me out of my thoughts, snapping me back to reality.
„You really think this is a good idea? If mom somehow gets to know about this, i'll be dead meat you know that, she always warned me-." I brabbled, getting interrupted by Sheila saying ‚shhh' and laying her index finger on my lips to shut me up.
„Don't be so tense. You know; this is not my first party, so you're safe with me. And you're eighteen years old, live your life! Nobody is going to call your mom, we'll just have fun. By the way- let's cake this face!", Sheila said with an evil undertone in her voice, spreading her makeup supplies all over my floor and sending goosebumps down my back. Creepy.
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„How long are you taking, I am bored." „just give me one more minute.", Sheila mumbled, focused on gluing false lashes onto my lashline.
„Didn't you say that half an hour ago too?", I said and pouted which made her laugh a bit; or rather squeak like a dying walrus.
„The left lash looks botched, it's your fault for making me laugh!", Sheila squeaked and handed me her hand held mirror. The right lash sat in place, but the left lash was hangin onto the outer corner of my eye, what looked really dumb, so Sheila took it off again.
