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Summary:
In beautiful Chicago, A girl named Angela Jacobs has a sister, Quinn who is getting married in a few weeks. Her whole family expected she'd bring a boyfriend or at least a date. But she didn't have one, she was perfectly fine with it and was living her best life as a single person. That was until she ran into some British boy in a candy store named Louis. Out of context, she asks him to be her date or maybe her boyfriend for a day.
The freaking holidays. Ah, the most wonderful time of the year; as they say. It's Christmas Eve and I'm dropping by my mom's house. Quinn said everyone was going and that I had to.
"Have you found a date yet?" Quinn whispers to my ear in the kitchen.
"No...!"
"Jesus, Angela. You've been single since birth, find a boyfriend!"
Mom walks in and scootches her head on my shoulders with a tray of freshly baked cookies in her hand.
"How do you expect your sister to date when she stays at home in pajamas?"
I roll my eyes playfully. "I go to school mom!"
"As a matter of fact, I'm doing well in math!" I say proudly, taking a bite out of my cookie.
"However my teacher does request that my mother stops Facetiming me in the middle of class."
"You're not still smoking are you?" she asked.
"Duh...Of course not. I rode a smoking Uber." I lied.
"Well, my darling." She pats my head. "No man wants to marry a smoker."
"And a liar." She adds.
"I'm 17! How could I possibly smoke?"
(I do still smoke. Don't blame me. It's too hard to give up)
"Also, no man wants a bitchy mother-in-law!"
I'm sitting on the couch and with my 8-year-old brother Jackson while all the adults are in the kitchen.
"So, why do you not have a date?"
"Jack, why do you not have a date?" I ask sarcastically.
"Because I already have a girlfriend." He says. "Her name is Lila and I share my juice box at recess."
"Well, Jack. One day, you're gonna walk out to the playground and you are gonna catch Lilia sharing her juice box with a girl named Pinkie Pie."
"How does that sound?"
"Horrible." He shrugs.
"Thought so."
"Angela, stop bribing your brother!" mom yells from the kitchen.
