𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲

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we need a vacation 

vacation-grl 

bianca's p.o.v.

It's been a week since the disaster at Diego's birthday party. Everyone was mad at each other for someone doing this and that. Ki had truly fucked up this time. But I was the cause of that cause. So I've been hating myself and isolating myself in my home being embarrassed bout the whole thing.

I haven't even spoken to Molly. That's how depressed I was. 

Today was different because the girls showed up to my house almost depressed as me. So we all were being depressed fuckers on my bed.

"I've had enough!" Billie got up and stood over us.

"We shouldn't be laying around crying over boys."

I sighed and just fixed my hair cap I was wearing. "Your right we should be eating ice cream and crying over boys."

Emma sat up on my bed ready to protest. Like always.

"No. We shouldn't be laying here being depressed looking desperate for our boyfriends or whatever they are us to apologize. Emma protested.

"So what are saying?" Molly asked blankly face against my bed sheets.

"A vacation!" Billie and Emma squealed together.

I sat up slowly thinking bout the idea. "Then we can have a..."

"GIRLS NIGHT!"We all screamed. Except for Molly.

Molly groaned and slid herself under the covers. "I rather stay here and wait for Lathan to call me or something."

Billie rolled her eyes. She took the covers off of Molly. She looked terrible. Mascara all over her face. Her face fucked up from drinking. She was a mess.

Billie pulled Molly up by her hands and looked in her face. "Your man is literally in the studio making songs. Literally 24/7! He probably hasn't even acknowledge that you even exist bitch. Molly stared into Billie's eyes. She was pretty shook. We need to get the fuck turnt up. And we need you! Your the party starter. Don't be a depressed bitch BITCH!"

My mouth was half opened. Billie had snapped. Part of me thinks that she wants to get drunk to get rid of Cam in her head or state I'm doing better without him but secretly depressed.

Molly looked at me, then Emma, and Billie. She nodded. She raised up. "LETS GET THIS MOTHER FUCKER STARTED."


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