playboy | lh

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➳➳➳amanda 10: 31 p.m

" do we have to? why cant we just stay in and watch movies? i have the whole fast and furious series? " i say in attempt of persuading her, but she isnt having it. she is trying to convince me that going to a party at a frat house around here is a good idea, i know shes an idiot.

" no we are going, you're not staying here alone on a thursday night " she replies while looking in the full body mirror hanging onto my closet. she is applying some sort of liner to her eyes making them pop, bringing her hazel eyes to life.

" that is exactly why i should stay home, because it is in fact a school night and it is not even the weekend so i see no reason to go out. " i say plopping myself onto my bed that is decorated with an assortment of pillows and a black comforter, my favorite color.

" a school night? you have got to be fucking with me ryan " she says shaking her head disapprovingly. she walks over to her bag of shit she brought with her and pulls out two pairs of shoes and two dresses. one of the dresses is black and flowy my type of dress and the other is a light pink falling to, well about the middle of her thighs.

" no, no, no, no, you are not bribing me with dresses and heels. " i say standing up to get the first movie of the fast and furious series, which just so happens to be my favorite movie series of all times, that is besides high school musical of course.

" c'mon ry, you never come " she says pouting and puffing her bottum lip out.

" no im watching the legendary paul walker and his beautiful role as Brian O'conner and thats it " i say putting the movie into my dvr once again plopping myself on the bed shifting to get comfortable.

" suit yourself buzz kill " she says while taking her clothes off and changing into her fitted pink dress and black pumps. she checks her makeup once again and sits at my desk and starts to curl the ends of her hair while the movie starts.

thirty minutes later i am at the scene where brian and dominic start out in their first ever race together which is amazingly perfect in every single possible way and vanessa is done with her hair.

" how is it " she says looking up and down at herself in the body mirror.

" uh its um i mean great? " i stutter obviously incapable of lying to anyone, which is the one of many things i hate about myself, even if its for the greater good i can not lie for the life of me.

" how is it " she repeats obviously annoyed that i am sugar coating it for her, i mean she is my best friend so i do not want to offend her.

" well for starters- " i start and she rolls her eyes " change your dress to the black one, its a party not prom other then that i think your good. " i say and she nods picking up the black flowy dress and changing out of that pink one. that pink dress is so horrid it makes me want to burn it, literally i have burned clothes before.

" better " she asks and i reply with " much " as i pick up the romote controller and continue fast and furious.

" im going now you sure your not coming? " she asks once again and i glare at her as she nods and grabs her purse, i think she got the message.

➳➳➳ 3:02 a.m

" C'MON, COME ON BRIAN " i scream at my tv, i am currently on movie number four of the best series ever, and its another race against dom and brian, to get a spot on a racing team. sadly dom wins, and i have always been on o'conners team so its annoying.

i suddenly hear my phone ring, and i pick up my phone to see an ' unknown caller ' i decide to yolo it and pick up the phone, i made a quick list of pros and cons before i answered it, it helps trust me. con, i could get tracked down and then murdered, pro if i do, in fact get murdered then maybe people on twitter can tweet at zac efron and tell him how much i love him and he will notice me. i quickly answer it.

" hey ry, i left my phone there could you bring it? thanks girl " and the line goes dead.i turn my head in hopes that her phone isnt there but it is right next to the curling wand, ugh fuck her and her evil plan to have me come to the damn frat house. i pick up the phone and my keys and follow the directions she texted me from some random ass phone number which i assume is the phone she used to call me from.

once i arrive there i see a car much like a car i saw in the movie fast & furious, if i recall correctly, and i always do its a R8 V10. shit that car is beautiful the black paint, the sparkling rims, damn it takes everything i have not to jump in there and hotwire the damn thing. instead i run to it and sit on the hood and take a billion pictures, maybe this party isnt so bad after all.

right now i am wearing a black tank top, black almost see through leggings and a red flannel around my waist, along with fuzzy socks because fuzzy socks give me life, black of course and a pair of combats, again black. before i walk up the driveway i pull my hair into a messy bun and tie it with tie thing.

i walk up the driveway and enter the house, i am offered a red cup but i decline, I came to drop off a phone, not to get drunk and have sex.

i walk around for a bit still in the middle of the room filled with people, the whole room is like a rave, all the lights are off with the exception of shining lights everywhere, multicolred lights that is. there is no way in fucking hell im finding her in this shit load of people. i push by people muttering an apology every now and then while they give me a look.

i finally decide im not finding her and i turn around and head towards the door when an arm wraps around my waist pulling me back in.