Y/n POV
What. I stare at my phone. Nahhhhhhh. My parents think I'm staying with a friend from school. I was supposed to go to her house after the concert. I have 68 missed calls. Now I have to deal with a highly annoyed, highly annoying Cocoa. I press the call button and slowly bring the phone to my ear. The few seconds of silence are suspenseful until-
Cocoa: YOU PIECE OF POO! HOLY FLOWER YOU ARE A BAD CHILD! YOU SON OF A NUTCRACKER! Well actually daughter BUT YOU GET THE IDEA!
She refuses to curse. I kinda feel like I'm being scolded by talking plushy.
Me: I know, I know, geez calm down-
Cocoa: no! I shalln't! You-
Me: ok but like I don't really know how I'm getting to your house anyway. I'm in Chicago...
Cocoa: why are you there!?
Me: to be entirely honest... I don't know.
Cocoa: hm.
Me: I'll explain later but I AM CONFUSION. I DONT KNOW HOW IM GOING HOME. MY PARENTS DONT KNOW IM HERE! THEYLL TAKE MY LIFE AWAY IF THEY FIND OUT!
Cocoa: calm down they'll only take your phone
I shrug even though she can't see me over the phone.
Me: same thing. I don't have a social life so this is probably the closest I've ever gotten.
Cocoa: eh true.
I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn to see suga.
Me: cocoa I'll have to call you back
I hang up and pocket my phone.
Me: hey suga.
Suga: are you going to need a ride home?
Me: yup.
He nods.
Suga: I can drive you home if you want.
Me: Okee.
I text cocoa that I found a way home then look back up at suga.
Me: it's not fair.
He has a confused expression.
Suga: what isn't?
Me: that you are literally a grown dude and you are still both cuter and prettier than me.
He blushes. I don't think I've ever seen that shade of pink before. Huh. Kinda cute if you ask me. We both get in the car.
