Chapter Thirty

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*Karley's POV*

I definitely need to tell Harley and Michaela all about this tomorrow.

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I wake up at 8:45 and realize it's Saturday. I'm already awake and I know I can't go back to sleep, so I decide to get ready for today. I stretch and walk over to my dresser.

I don't feel like doing anything fancy today. My plans were to call Harley and Eleanor and have them come over so we can catch up. And then maybe Harley and I can have time to ourselves to catch up...

I decide on grey yoga pants, my green American Eagle sweatshirt, and my brown ugg boots. I pull my outfit on and walk to the bathroom. I brush my teeth, apply my mascara and eyeliner, and pull my hair up into a ponytail. Satisfied, I walk out and see Michaela is still asleep.

"Michaela, wake up." Nothing. "Michaela, wake up!" Still no answer. "Michaela, please wake up!" Nope. "MICHAELA WAKE UP!" Bingo. "WHAT DO YOU WANT KARLEY?", she yells. "Michaela, you have to wake up. Were having a girls day today. Now get your ass up and get ready!!", I say. She groans but slowly gets out of bed and randomly picks some clothes out of her dresser. She walks to the bathroom, giving me a death glare, and comes out a few minutes later wearing black yoga pants, a blue t-shirt, and grey ugg boots. She has her hair pulled into a pony tail, and she's not wearing any makeup. We look at each other and laugh because of how similarly were dressed.

"Who is coming?", Michaela asks after a while. "Harley and I think Eleanor. Let me ask them.", I tell her while pulling my phone off the night stand. She nods and flops down on her bed.

*Good morning El! Wanna come over for a girls day today?* I text Eleanor.

I wait a few minutes but get no reply so I text Harley,

*Hey wanna come over?*

Harley instantly replies,

*Yes!! When??*

I look at the clock and see that it's almost 11:00

*NOW* (k)

*okay I'm on my way ttyl.* (h)

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*Eleanor's POV*

*Good morning El! Wanna come over for a girls day today?* I get this text from Karley.

I respond a while later with,

*Sure thingggg ;))) NOW?*

*YES ;))* (k)

*Okay, see you in a little bit boo ;))* (e)

I don't get a reply so I look in the mirror to make sure I look okay. In a white sweatshirt, black leggings, and my black ugg boots, with my hair curly and wearing mascara and eyeliner, I am satisfied and head over to Karley's.

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*Harley's POV*

Karley wants me to come over. Eleanor is going to be there. I know of her, but I'm not too keen on her. Let's see how this goes. I decide on wearing grey yoga pants, a black t-shirt, and my brown ugg boots." I pull my hair into a messy bun and don't bother putting makeup on. Time to go!

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*Karley's POV*

I think Harley is going to be here first because she's closer. I hear a knock on the door and get up to get it.

It's Eleanor. I was wrong.

"El!! I've missed you so much!", I say as I wrap my arms around her skinny frame. She hugs me back tightly and says "I've missed you too. I've just been so busy with Lou lately. He never leaves my side!" I smile at how cute that is, and lead her into my dorm. "Michaela, Eleanor. Eleanor, Michaela." I know they've met but in just refreshing their minds. They hug and we all sit on the floor, talking and waiting for Harley.

15 minutes pass and we hear a knock at the door. I get up and open it to Harley. "Heyyy!!", I say while wrapping her in a hug. "Hiiiii", she says while hugging me back tightly. We go back into my room and we all sit on the floor.

We talk for what seem like hours until Harley shouts "LET'S PLAY A GAME!" "Which game?", Eleanor asks. Harley gets this evil look on her face and I know exactly what she's thinking.

"Truth or dare.", she says.

"No. No, no, no. No way.", I say. Michaela and Eleanor shout "Yes!", and I shake my head no. "PLEASE?!", all three of them shout. I sigh and give in, but I hold up my finger. "On one condition." "Which is?", Harley asks.

"We invite the boys over too.", I say.

They all nod and Eleanor calls Louis to round the boys up.

What have I done?

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