FIRST FEW CHAPTERS WILL BE CRINGE. BUT IT DOES GET BETTER (and it helps understand the spin-off)
𝐈𝐯𝐲, A nice and kind girl with a heart of gold. But don't get tricked by her kindness, you say something bad or rude to her and this girl will not w...
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If my head doesn't stop hurting I'm chucking a cookie at Abby's face
"Why would you ever let me drink?" I whine rolling around the bed wrapped in a blanket burrito, like I chugged that bottle. It tasted like expired milk.
"Stop being a wuss" I hear Mason talk as he continues typing away on his phone, these two aren't even hungover. Abby is sitting there putting on her make up and Mason is all ready waiting for us sitting on the couch in Abby's room.
Why is her bed so comfy? I bet AssfaceAres gave me the bad bed.
"You want me to do your makeup?" Abby asks applying a small layer of gloss on her pretty pink lips, I raise my head and look at myself in the mirror cringing at my own face, yikes. "Yes please"
Who you dressing up for who-YOUR MOM YOU COCK SUCKING BIT-SHUT UP YOU WHO-YOU DID NOT JUST SAY THAT WOR-BYE FUCKING BITCH, DIE.
Consy? OH MY GOD. ARE YOU BA-no
Dammit
"Come here" Abby says grabbing my makeup bag, gosh I love doing makeup-love it even more when I can sit there letting Abby to all the work. But anyways, make up makes me feel so confident and bold. And it makes me look pretty.
Letting out a huge sigh before throwing the covers off me and sitting up on the comfy bed, "Motherfucker" I groan when the headache gets so much worse. Abby already played mom and gave me Advil and some lemon water or some shit. But ain't none of it working.
"Can I just stay here?" I ask as the two shoot me an unimpressed look, it's almost 2 in the afternoon. It's been a slow day considering last nights events, not that I remember anything that happened. But apparently Athena only got up an hour ago too, so we were all wasted.
I wonder how we got to our rooms...
But no breakfast has been made or anything, I don't even know where the guys and Arseface are. But one thing I know is that Molly is gone. So I'm happy...Kinda.
"I'll do my makeup when I'm more-un-hungover" I say, is that even a word? Rolling my eyes at my head ache as I get up and walk over to Abby's suitcase to steal her clothes right in front of her eyes even though my bag is literally an inch away from hers. What can I say? Girl has an amazing fashion taste.
Though I'm feeling a 'comfy' clothes vibe right now.
I flip open both our suitcases and look at them, okay now pick pants and a shirt, and underwear-don't forget the underwear.
"be right back ladies" Mason gets off the couch putting his phone to his ear, he was told he'd get a call for a internship so i'm guessing it's that.
