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Hope you enjoyed the last chapter since it was written by my friend. Thanks to her, you guys have read the chapter, and I told her all about the chapter. Once I'm done with this chapter, I'm going to go to read the previous chapter, and yeah.
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Reason 9.
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I was hanging out with Lucas in my room, we were talking about my birthday coming up.
"Are you going to have a party?" He asked me.
"Yeah, I'm only turning eighteen once," I chuckled.
"I've been eighteen for a month now, and my party was fun," he smirked.
"Your birthday party was a nightmare," I sighed.
"Is it reason number nine?" He asked, slightly smiling.
"Yeah," I nodded.
"Oh, I remember," he nodded.
"No, you don't," I shook my head. "Don't you remember when you and your friends were trash talking to this girl you used to date?"
"What did I do to you?" He frowned.
"She's a girl, I'm a girl, I understand what she went through, I've been hurt the same way you hurt her," I sighed. "My ex treated me like crap, and when I saw how you treated her, I knew that you were one of them."
"She did it to herself, you can't blame everything on guys," he defended. "She lived in a box, she doesn't waste time on conversations, she never picks up her phone, she only answers when it keeps ringing for five times. She puts make up every morning until night, she never removes it, and when I try to convince her that she's prettier without, she starts crying."
"What about me, Lucas? I don't put make up, but I'm way worse than her," I said, frowning.
"You're not like them, Malia, you are something else," he replied.
"I wrote a song for you, because I was sure that you were going to say this," I stood up and grabbed my guitar.
'Some girls feel best in the tiny dresses
Some girls nothing but a sweatpants, looking like a princess
Some girls kiss new lips every single night
They staying out late cause they're just celebrating life
You know some days you feel so good in your skin
But it's okay if you wanna change the body that you came in
Cause you look greatest when you feel like a damn queen
I smiled as I continued.
Once I was done with the song, I looked at him. "There are different types of girls, just like there are different types of boys. You can't just blame a girl for trying to be pretty when she feels insecure, if she feels like a queen, then let her be."
"You're right, I shouldn't have said that she was a gold digger, nor an attention wh*re, sheesh, now I feel bad," he sighed.
"I want to be like them, they're strong and beautiful," I sighed.
"You are stronger and more beautiful than them, you are a natural beauty, they fake beauty! And it's not fair that they're getting compliments," Lucas bit his lip. "But I would love to be a girl someday, I want to feel what's it like to be a b*tch."
"Oh no, you didn't," I smirked.
"Oh, yes i did," he laughed.
We started tickling each other, and we rolled around.
He fell on top of me and smirked, "you know in movies, they kiss."
"Too bad it's real life then," I chuckled, as I tried pushing him away.
"Too bad I want to kiss you," he leaned in, and almost touched my lips, before someone walked into my room, and I pushed Lucas away so fast. Hahahahaha.
"What were you guys doing? Did I ruin something?" Mom gasped. "Oh my god, I'm sorry! Now you're mad at me, Malia, aren't you? Oh my, I'm so sorry!"
"I'm actually glad you walked in, it was the perfect time," I grinned. I stood up, and helped Lucas up.
"I'm here to ask you if you're going to stay for dinner," mom told Lucas.
"Sure, why not? Heard you are a great cook," he smiled.
"Why, thank you, Malia! But lying to Lucas is so bad and you're not supposed to lie," we all laughed at how silly she sounded.
We kept playing around until dinner was done, and when it was finally done. Lucas got to meet my family, and see how weird they are.
"I can imagine you as my son, Lucas," my dad told Lucas, which made me embarrassed.
Reason number nine: 18th birthday party
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CAN YOU GUESS REASON NUMBER TEN??!!
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