𝓲𝓼𝓪𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮
"Oh hell no. You are not wearing jeans and a ripped up band tee." Mo said through the phone.
We were currently on FaceTime, and Mo was trying to help me find something to wear for my party.
"Why not? It's cute, comfy, and not revealing." I looked at the outfit I had on. It was black skinny jeans with holes on the knees, and a grey acid wash Motley Crüe band tee.
"Have I taught you nothing? You have a hella nice body and you need to flaunt it more." Mo stated. "Remember my motto: you got to show some boob to get a boo."
"Mo, I'm not gonna dress like a slut just to get a guys attention. Plus, I don't need a boo."
"That's right, I forgot you've got you're eye on a certain green eyed boy." She teased.
"Fuck no. I despise him."
"For now." She smirked.
"For now and forever." I state.
"You say that now but mark my words, O'Hara. You and Mr. idiot will fall in love. You will be Mrs. idiot and have Mr. idiots babies." Mo smiled.
"I hate you." I roll my eyes.
"You know what, I'll come over on Friday after school and I'll pick something out for you to wear. Then we'll head to your birthday party." Mo said.
"Where are we having the party anyway?" I ask.
"Mason's friend, Jack, said we could have it at his place. His parents are out of town and.." a loud voice cut her off.
"Margo Anne Miller!" Her bedroom door burst open, revealing her 𝑜𝓁𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇, Mason. "Where's my laptop?"
Mason had been back home for about month. He recently flunked out of college but he claims he dropped out because it "wasn't for him." But really he was kicked out for failing all of his classes and throwing too many parties.
"Up your ass." Mo said, looking at her nails.
"You're such a little shit." Mason groaned. "Where is it?"
"I don't have it, prick! Now leave, Belle and I are discussing something very important." Mo stood from her bed to push Mason out of her room.
"Hey Isabelle." Mason smiled, finally looking at the phone screen and seeing me. "Nice shirt."
"T-thanks." I blush. I'm not gonna lie. I used to have the biggest crush on Mason. I was a freshman and he was a senior at the time. We'd pass each other in the halls and he'd smile at me. I never told Mo about my crush because I would never do anything to jeopardize our friendship.
My crush on her older brother had slowly went away.
For the most part..
"See Mo, at least someone appreciates my outfit." I smirk.
"I hate both of you. Now get out of my room, Mason." She said as she pushed Mason through the door and locking it. "He's so annoying."
"Eh, I think he's okay." I defend.
"Just because he likes your shirt, doesn't mean you have to side with him."
"I'm not siding with him. I just don't think he's annoying." I say.
"Okay Belle. Just don't go jumping his bones now, you hear?" She played. If only she knew that I wanted too so badly just years ago..
I awkwardly laugh. "Who said I wanted to jump his bones?"
"You. Now find something more revealing." Mo demanded.
"Uh I don't think so, but okay." I walked over to my closet and pulled out a different shirt. "What about this one?"
Mo took one look at the shirt before saying, "We're going shopping and buying you a whole new wardrobe."
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After we ended the call, I ended up falling asleep on the couch watching reruns of 'That 70s Show.'
I grabbed my phone off the coffee table and saw that it was one in the morning, and I had a missed call from my dad, and a few texts from him, my step mom, and Mo.
𝙁𝙧𝙤𝙢: 𝘿𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙤 <3
| 6:15 𝙥𝙢 |
𝙃𝙚𝙮 𝙢𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙠𝙞𝙣, 𝙄 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩. 𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪
𝙁𝙧𝙤𝙢: 𝙅𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙮
| 6:30 𝙥𝙢 |
𝙊𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚. 𝙄𝙨 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙜𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧?
𝙁𝙧𝙤𝙢: 𝙈𝙤 𝙈𝙤 <3
| 7:03 𝙥𝙢 |
𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙝𝙚𝙝𝙚
𝙁𝙧𝙤𝙢: 𝙈𝙤 𝙈𝙤 <3
| 7:09 𝙥𝙢 |
𝙃𝙀 𝙈𝙀𝙎𝙎𝘼𝙂𝙀𝘿 𝙈𝙀! 𝙎𝙊𝙎
𝙁𝙧𝙤𝙢: 𝙈𝙤 𝙈𝙤 <3
| 7:10 𝙥𝙢 |
𝙒𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙪𝙥 𝘽𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝 ! 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙮
𝙁𝙧𝙤𝙢: 𝙈𝙤 𝙈𝙤 <3
| 7:15 𝙥𝙢 |
𝙐𝙥𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚: 𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙥𝙞𝙘 :/
I laughed at my best friends messages before responding.
𝙏𝙤: 𝙈𝙤 𝙈𝙤 <3
| 1:23 𝙖𝙢 |
𝙝𝙖𝙝𝙖
I responded to the rest of my messages and checked my socials. When I was done, I headed upstairs to shower and go back to sleep.
