sixteen; the party

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if you couldn't tell i'm not really into the party scene anymore, before i moved here i lived at parties and i guess i wanted a change. but here i am on a friday night getting ready to go to a party with my fake boyfriend.

i curl my hair, do my makeup and slip on my dress. i take a deep breath and look in the mirror.

 i take a deep breath and look in the mirror

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i nod at myself feeling some what achieved then grab my phone and run downstairs to where max is.

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wow she's stunning, how can one girl make me feel this way. my chest is pounding, i want to call her mine, for real not just pretend.

"ash you look great!" i try to keep my feelings hidden.

she giggles and does a quick turn, i smile and take in how beautiful she is. i wish she knew. she doesn't understand. she's beautiful, stunning, pretty, gorgeous, perfect. she'll never realise. i want to make her realise though.

"okay max we're already late enough let's get moving" she says with anxiousness hidden in her tone.

we get into my car and head to the party. "ash we don't have to go, we can just go home"

"it's fine, i wanna go" she says with a fake smile plastered across her face.

the rest of the ride was silent and i could just feel the anxiousness coming off ash.

HI IM CUTTING THIS SUPER SHORT BC I JUST WANTED TO POST BUT I WILL WRITE SOON I'VE JUST BEEN VERY BUSY AND NOT IN A GOOD PLACE

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