"pst."
"ren."
"girl i swear if you don't wake up, imma go and flush your greens in the toilet."
fuck. what the fucking fuck is her problem? i sat up a little and lazily looked at her. there wasn't even light coming from the window! what does she need at this hour?
"fuck, man why you gotta ruin my sleeping sched?" i asked while trying to hit her with a pillow.
"you down to watch a concert? this friday." she whispered.
"what are ya whispering for?" i whispered back.
"Hana might hear us. don't you remember what happened last night?"
i just shook my head as an answer, i'm too lazy to speak, it's like two in the morning.
"girl, you high as fuck last night. you fucking made fun of Hana while she was legit crying her balls out." I did what?
"nah you cappin' i didn't do that typa shit." i tried to remember what happened last night and shit hit me.
"i trusted the both of you! and y'all did this!" Hana said with tears running down her face and hands tangled in her hair.
"c'mon hana, it's not that big of a deal." i told her, hoping that it would calm her down.
"it's not?! both of you lied to me, went out without even me knowing! it's like you're backstabbing me!" she paused for a second, like she knew what's up. "that's it! you turned your back against me! m-maybe you guys are staying stupid shit behind my back! i hate the both of you." she said with finality, walking out of the living room and headed straight the bathroom.
"quit laughing! she might hear you." but i can't help it, everything around me just feels wavy.
"sorry, but she's over reacting! she's probably just mad because all her plans didn't work out!" i told her. i know that Hana is planning to go out with Eli without me. she throws random tantrums when shit didn't turn out the way she wanted it to be.
"i know! that's why i met up with Royce."
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"Why were you with Royce last night?" i asked, fully awake.
"well... i may or may have not given him my instagram..." she said trailing off. "but that doesn't matter! he got us concert tickets!" she waved three papers in front of my face.
"what's this?" i got it from her hand and read the details.
"the show's this friday? that's like tomorrow! and who the fuck is lil mosey?" what kind of name is that? i would name my dog mosey.
"it's royce's friend. he told us a yesterday that they were on tour right?"
"how about hana?" i asked and made a mental note that i should apologize to her for what happened last night.
"i'll ask her when she wakes up and please don't tell her that we got the tickets from royce."
i know why she doesn't want me to tell hana that we got it from royce. hana likes royce, but eli also likes royce. and hana always gets what she wants. but i'm happy that this time eli is kinda fighting for what she wants.
"what did you and royce even do last night?" i asked, genuinely curious.
"we went out to get ice cream. that's it." eli answered with her hands up.
"why the fuck are you so defensive? damn."
"whatever, just please don't tell her. breakfast's at eight." she reminded me as she went back to her bed. "oh and your phone's been going off last night like crazy so i turned it off."
