Chapter 2

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Milly's POV 

I was getting dizzier and dizzier as I just laid there feeling like a ton of bricks just got thrown at me. If only I hadn't gotten so careless and drunk off my ass to the point where I woke up with someone I didn't even recognize. And it just makes it even worse because I didn't know where my cloths were so I had to walk all the way to my car butt ass naked, while creepy pervs stared at me. But on to the more important part; how did I get to this point. Well it all started yesterday, at my friend, Khalil's, birthday party. 

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"CHUG, CHUG, CHUG." They all yelled at me and Teddy (obviously he's a teddy bear) as we both chugged down shot after shot of some special fruity drink they made specifically for us since we're heavyweights when it comes to alcohol. At first I didn't feel the effect but as time went on I somehow managed to get on the table ad started singing, while Teddy was passed out on the floor, after I beat him. Khalil took it upon himself to give me his microphone and turn on a song, knowing I was about to let loose. 

Sometimes I wonder why we're friends. Anyways, I was on the table singing "Dancing In My Room," not noticing that I was being carried to a room, literally. I don't really remember what happened after that because I ended up passing out. I'm surprised Khalil didn't try to become the hero that he says he is and save me.

Again, why are we friends? 

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Now I'm laying on the ground thinking about my life choices as this cute, black and white dog is staring right at me. Before any of this happened, all I wanted to do was take a walk through the park and somehow bumped into a moody ass dog. Just great. I wonder if he wasn't fed or something, oh well. Long story short, he chased me until I tripped over my own two feet even though I swear there was a log there. I ended up twisting my ankle and here we are. Lady Luck must be on my side today (note the sarcasm.) 

The fluffy dog was staring at me like I was a precious jewel in a museum. "Please don't hurt me" I said in an attempt of getting out of this situation without any more harm. He looked slightly taken aback for a second but he shook it off and stepped a little closer. That is until I spoke again, "I mean no harm to you at all. My ankle just twisted while I was running from another dog." I flinched when he started yelling like a fucking maniac.  "OH HELL NAH!" I watched as he slightly stumbled while trying to get as far away from me as possible. From the ground I could see him looking around, I guess for his friend or something; until he sat there like a lost puppy who just got his toy thrown away.  

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So hey guysss. Let's just act like I didn't spend three months to make another chapter. Heh heh. ANYWAYS I'M MAKING ANOTHER ONE BECAUSE I'M BORED. SEE YA NEXT CHAPTER MY BABY POTATOES. 

Also can ya'll tell me if I made any mistakes so I can go back and fix it. Ok well guess I owe ya'll like a lot of chapter lmao. 

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