2 // you fucking what

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WRITERS POV ;

"you haven't saw the josh hutcherson meme thingy?" you ask your friend

"what the fuck are you even talking about?" she replies back

"you wouldn't understand, and quite frankly I envy you" you say sarcastically

she laughs, turning up the volume on the radio

"IM DRUNK IN THE BACK OF THE CAR AND I-" she sings out, your friend was a massive swiftie (coughcough this is so real coughcough)

you roll your eyes and smile. you honestly wished you were as confident as she was

"HE LOOKS UP GRINNING LIKE A DEVIL ITS YOUUUU" she sings even louder

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"y/n wake up we're at the airport" your friend taps you on the arm, a gust of cold air coming from the left of you. probably because the car door had opened.

she gets your bags from the boot, "where's your bags?" you ask confused

"okay please don't be mad at me but I can't go to spain with you"

you fucking what

"what? how?!" you ask confused, you weren't mad. you were scared if anything. going to a country alone

"i have to stay here, I couldn't find anyone to look after my dog. also, my brothers wedding is tomorrow- there's just a lot I need to stay for" she explains

"so I'm going alone?" you ask, honestly just sad at this point

"yeah, sorry" she says

"it's fine dude, I'll see you when I'm back I guess" you frown a bit.

"GET HYPED YOUR GOING TO SPAIN" she jumps and pats you on the shoulder

"that didn't work very well" she sighs, handing you your carryon.

"okay text me if you need anything, or- i don't know- just text me, okay?" she speaks fast

"I will" you reply a small smile on your face

"OKAY BYE! have so much fun, love you" she says whilst pulling me into a big hug

"bye elle, love you too" you mumble into her shoulder

she lets go and climbs into the car, you both say goodbye again before she drives off, leaving just you and your bags

you sigh, turning on spotify and walking toward the actual airport, away from the carpark
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