Rollerskating {H.S}

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Three numbers. What would I do with them? Should I enter the number in my phone and text them? And so, I sat on my bed pondering these thoughts and questions for ages, so much that Bee got annoyed.

'Just text the number and see what happens!' She yelled.

'Calm down, I'll do it!' I argued back. So, I did:

Me: Hey, I found your number yesterday at roller-skating and just wanted to know who you were.

And so I repeated this another two times, well I just copied it and got on with life.

'Done, happy?' I asked Bee.

'Yes, very,' Bee replied, amused. 'I'm going to grab some wine.'

'Bee! Just because my dad isn't home doesn't mean you can steal his wine.'

'And? We are above age for heavens sake!' And so she left, to reappear one minute later with four bottles of red wine. Great. Bee knew I got drunk easily, so she brought four. Typical Bee.

'I hate you so much right now,' I told her as I poured myself a small glass.

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I actually ended up staying sober, and Bee ended up having a hangover in the morning. Of course, right on queue, I ran out of Advil for her, so I had to run to the shop to buy some. And I saw the same guys from last night, but with a few others. There was a boy who looked rather Emo, with visible tattoos, and the other boy had brown hair and hazel eyes.

I didn't bother listening to their conversations this time, since I had none. Bee was spamming my phone constantly complaining about the smallest things. In my opinion, it was just a headache: but whatever happened to Bee was always 100x worse. ALWAYS.

I left the shop, the boys stood there chatting to some teenage looking girls, and signing things. Were they famous and I just didn't notice? Well, that was a reasonable explanation since I didn't watch much tv. I just sat in my room writing books. I had dropped out of school about a year ago when I was 18, 19 now. To be honest, I preferred ABBA to all the newer pop artists now. I have no idea why. I didn't really look at their follower count when I found them on Insta, I just followed them to be honest.

And so I began my walk home; my phone blowing up with texts from Bee saying how terrible she felt and how she NEEDED the medicine right away.

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'Bee! I'm home!!' I yelled as soon as I walked through the door, prepared for instant yelling of how much pain she was in. It was just a headache, seriously.

'YOU ASS YOU BETTER GIVE ME THE MEDICINEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE' she screeched back at me. So, I handed her the medicine and went to my room. Bee always had grumpy moments after alcohol, and I needed to finish writing a book so I could pay off rent and such.

But before I zoned out, I checked the the strange boys insta and found out they were literally super stars. How.

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