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"Hey" I hear a vague voice while staring at my phone "Hey!" There it goes again, its starting to get annoying.
"Hey Lucia you stupid bitch!" Ailee yells making me pull my eyes away from my screen as I look at her annoyed.
"What?" I drawled the word out making my irritation obvious.
"Oh my god, you didn't hear anything I just said?"
"I didn't know you were talking to me idiot"
"Who else would I be talking to you dumb bitch? You're the only one here" I sigh and stumble on my words trying to come back with something.
"Okay asshole, I was looking at my phone and I didn't realize you were talking to me".
"You really have a problem with zoning others out, we were having a full conversation and you just stopped listening" I roll my eyes having heard this before.
"Whatever, what were you saying then?" I ask as I look back at my phone.
"No" she demands, I look over to her confused. "Put your phone down or else your gunna miss it again".
"No I'm not, just say it." Ailee gets up and sticks her arms out awkwardly as if she was flexing but not in the right way.
"Why I oughta" she says while in the uncomfortable looking position. She reaches towards my phone and I slap her arm.
"Ow, you bitch, just put your phone down while I talk" she whines as she sits back down in the creaky chair. As she sits she bangs against the floor.
"Bro mom and dad are trying to sleep and you sound like a fucking elephant. Can you be any louder?"
"Its not my fucking fault your chair is so loud!" I glare at her as shes trying to blame it on me.
"That's technically your chair since mine is folded up in your room. Plus I wasn't talking about the creaking, you literally fall into the chair without even trying to be quiet." She groans in annoyance and shifts her position, the chair creaking with every slight movement she makes. I stare at her disapprovingly until she notices.
"What?!" She squeaks as I still don't break eye contact.
"I don't want them complaining we woke them up at 4am let alone yelling at us for being up this late" I say still staring at her.
"Brother you keep staring at me and I'm going to punch you in the face" saying brother with a country accent, she laughs while saying the threat.
"I call bullshit" I say finally looking back to my phone. "What were you gonna say anyways?"
"I don't fucking remember, you made me forget what we were talking about"
"You dumb bitch its not my fault your memory is shit"
"Says you, you can't even remember situations right, like how I found that secret room when we were playing Identity Fraud, but no, you want to claim you found it". She says aggressively.
"Oh my god because I clearly remember finding the room in the hidden wall. I was in front of you and walked through the fake wall".
"You dumb bitch no you didn't, how can you remember something so wrong?"
"Cause its not wrong, its how it happened. I was clearly leading us through the maze and walked into the room accidentally" I clench my jaw as she claims what I clearly remember is false.
"Oh my god your so fucking annoying, I hate how bad your memory is sometimes. How can you just completely forget what actually happened?" Her fists clench.
"Whatever, fine you found the room I guess. Happy?"
"No your just saying that, you still think you found the room!"
"So what? Yeah I found the room can't you just get over it? Why are you so angry about a video game?"
"Because you do this with everything!"
"You stupid bitch I do not!"
"Yes you do, you dumb bitch!" She states as we both huff and turn away going on our phones. Whats even the point of her coming in my room if shes just going to argue with me? We sit in silence for a bit except for the loud ass creaking of her chair. She finally breaks the silence.
"So you want to take some buzzfeed quizzes together? I have one for what junk food is our true zodiac". I look over at her in thought.
"Yeah sure I could do a few."

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⏰ Last updated: Dec 14, 2020 ⏰

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