Senior year, the very last year of high school. Dahlia is determined to make it her best year yet! Nothing but positivity, good memories, and lots of fun!
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Doesn't sound realistic but we'll see.
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Sunday, October 21st
{Dahlia's POV} ••••••••••••••••••
"You cheated." I rolled my eyes as I crossed my arms over my chest. "If you hadn't cheated, you wouldn't have won."
"You're a hater. Literally, how can you cheat at family feud? You can't! You're either right or wrong and guess what? I was right!" She smirked.
"Name something you have to pay a lot for," I quoted. "How is 'prostitute' not an answer? That was a setup. This is some bullshit."
"We've been playing this for three hours, Dahlia. Why haven't you noticed that most of the dirty answers you think of aren't correct when playing family feud yet?" She raised a brow.
I flipped her off before putting the game back into the box. "I don't care what you say, this shit is rigged."
So, Billie and I will have to wait until November to have whatever fancy ass date Billie is planning for us, but that didn't mean we couldn't hang out today. She and Finneas came over to Denny and I's house early this morning. Denny and Finneas are downstairs playing with Barbie while Billie and I are up in my room playing various games.
We played just dance, Mario cart, and Wii sports resort on the Wii for a while before moving on to my old play station. We played GTA, Spyro, and Crash Bandicoot on that before deciding to move on to board games. I whooped her ass in uno, sorry, and checkers and she (got lucky and) beat me at bingo, a 'The walking dead' card game, and family feud.
Today's been a lot of fun. I didn't realize how much I missed being with her until I was with her again. I don't know how I survived those three weeks without talking to her every single day.
"What do you wanna do now?" She questioned. I thought for a few moments before standing up and skipping over to my vanity, tapping on it a few times. She shook her head quickly. "Dahlia, no—"
"Let me do your make up!" I practically whined. "I've been watching some new makeup tutorials and—Oh my god, let me give you a euphoria makeover!" I squeaked as I jumped up and down.
"Absolutely not," She said as she stood up, grunting as she stretched out. "You're not putting any glitter or rhinestones or anything else anywhere near my face."
"Please," I pouted. "I'm tired of doing my own makeup and Denny won't let me do his anymore cause I accidentally poked him in the eye with my eyeliner pencil."
