That night we did nothing but socialize, eat homemade pizza, and sing really badly. Much of this included giggling but, it's not like we could help it. It was one of the few times that we ever had so much fun. These days tended to be filled of stress. While we still joked around, we had to deal with everything around us. Not to mention, we had to start taking a peek at colleges. We were only 16 but it was better to be prepared.
At one point, we started playing "Guess That Song", and Little Miss Rodriguez started singing some kind of opera shit that Brooklyn and I didn't know. She and I just stared at her, our eyes flicking away to each other's every few seconds.
"What? You don't know this song? How are we even friends?!" She asked.
"Well, yeah. We don't know this song at all. You'd have to drill it in my head. But I'm pretty sure we became friends when we all met in the third grade and we started-"
"I didn't want the smart ass answer. Do you have a better one?" She interrupted.
"No... I think that the smart ass answer is the only answer I know," I say 'innocently'.
She gave me a death glare and we continued with the game.
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When I Met You In The Summer
JugendliteraturThe name's Kelsey Morgan and this is my tragic love story. I laugh because now you have to read to really learn about this story. Please don't take any of my original ideas, because they take some work to make. Thanks!
