"Just please wear a nice dress. Not super fancy like prom but not too like school day," Matt said over the phone.
"Okay, whatever, I'll see you at seven."
Ooh, I have the perfect dress! It's black that has an empire waist and the bodice has pearl embellishments on it. It's so pretty! And what's not better than hot pink Yves Saint Laurent leather platform heels?
I got ready in less than an hour since I'd gotten into the habit since I had to get ready in thirty minutes in Australia.
I walked down the stairs because I had forgotten my purse and I needed to take out a bunch of crap, it was already seven so I was running late. Why the hell are the lights turned off down here! I can barely see.
"Surprise!" Everyone exclaimed and the lights turned back on.
"Oh my god!" I yelled as I went to step down and twisted my ankle. "What the fuck? You know I hate these kinds of surprises!"
That shocked a few people...
"I'm so sorry babe," Matt said trying to contain his laughter.
"Shut up. I should so never have sex with you again," I replied.
"But that's gonna be hard, they always come back for more," Matt gloated.
"Yeah, say that again and you're never getting this again."
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"So how were things while I was gone?" I asked Alex.
"Sucky. Scott and I are fighting again. It's a really big one this time."
"What about?"
"You know how he gets high all the time? Well, I finally told him how it gets so annoying and we started fighting," she informed me and shrugged.
"He'll realize he's doing the wrong thing. I'll have Matt talk to him."
"Thanks Lauren."
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Framing Our Forever
Teen FictionLauren Michaels is the typical high school girl, well sort of. She's popular, but isn't popular for being head cheerleader. She's smart and gorgeous, but she's never had a boyfriend. Not one guy has ever asked her out. Probably because they think sh...
