Disclaimer: yeahh I know I'm lame don't rub it in that I don't own anything but I did wish I owned mayday parade(:
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Usually waking up on Saturday mornings were easy knowing that you had some fun events planned later that day but on this particular morning Dylan Marvil couldn't have a harder time waking up. Her stomach growled and she ran a hand through her messy hair which created a veil around her face. She looked out her window expecting see her neighbor Josh Hotz to be doing some outdoor activity with some of his delicious friends which would actually make this morning less horrible but instead he was sitting on his lawn with a blonde haired girl who was wearing a long side braid. Dylan huffed and stomped her way downstairs to get something to eat when she remembered that Massie was supposed to be coming over at one to help Dylan clean out her closet to make room for all the new spring collections coming out in a matter of weeks. She looked back at the digital clock on the Microwave just to see it bleeping twelvefourtyfive. Knowing Massie who was always late by at least thirty minutes Dylan decided to make some breakfast. She put a plain bagel in the toaster on low while getting a mug to make herself some tea.
"Hello Sunshine!" chirps Massie looking bright in an old Led Zeppelin t-shirt which was cut into a tank top, True Religion white distressed denim short shorts, white vans, a Urban Renewal varsity jacket, and a red bandana in her high pony.
"You're actually early for something err well early for you." Dylan corrects herself sloshing orange marmalade on her toasted bagel.
"Well I stayed at Harris' house because his little brother well brother that's the same age as me was having girl issues. That kid made me sit through all of the Lord of The Rings just to describe some chick named like Bambi or something like that." She complains taking Dylan's bagel and chomping a big bite threw it.
"Are you hungry or do you just enjoy taking my stuff." teases Dylan snatching the bagel away from her while scolding her tired emerald eyes
"Nahh I'm not hungry I just like the taste of marmalade in the mornings, it makes me feel tingly. Did you see Josh and that blonde girl? She was practically throwing herself at him while he just awkwardly stood there." Massie laughs putting her finger in the orange marmalade jar that Dylan left on the counter.
"It would make sense. He never did get over that crush on you, it's actually creepy. He'll come over my house and ask if you're here which I will reply with a no and he will go on about this story when you guys dated. It's creepy and pathetic. If I didn't like him so much I would just tell him you'll never like him but he's just so cute. Plus when he's sad he always needs a shoulder to cry on which always leads to more." Dylan says runching up her nose and nodding her head at that last part.
"I did not need to hear that but it's good you're benefiting from out nonexistent relationship." grins Massie sitting on the marble countertop her vans scuffing the polished cherry wood cabinets.
"Weren't we supposed to be cleaning out my precious closet." says Dylan taking a sip of tea raising her eyebrows at Massie
"We were but I don't want to anymore because you need to get ready. We are going to Cam's ex-girlfriends pool party." exclaims Massie pushing Dylan to the stairs.
"You don't have to tell me twice, hot boys wearing nothing is my favorite thing to watch." giggles Dylan jogging up the staircase into her room.
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"It was amazing! But he got all tense and weird after he saw this auburn haired girl with creepy orange eyes go into his neighbor's house." screeches Kirsten flailing her arms in the air as she fell back on Claire's bed.
"That's great maybe finally he'll ask you out." suggests Claire finally tearing her pale blue eyes away from Facebook. Kirsten sighs in response laying her hands flat on the bright yellow bedspread that covered the bed.
"Hopefully. Who are you Facebook stalking now?" She asks Claire coming to join her on the white beanbags that sat on the hardwood floor. Claire turns the screen to her which shows a guy with playful chocolate brown eyes and dark brown curly hair. He was smiling with an equally stunning girl with shoulder length black wavy hair and a choclately complexion.
"Who's the hottie and his girlfriend?" She questions watching Claire's face turn into a beaming smile
"It's Kemp Hurley! He's soo dreamy and according to this that is his best friend Fawn Barlin. He likes playing soccer, lacrosse, and baseball. His favorite color is white because it's bland and looks good on every girl. Isn't he soo deep!" gushes Claire twirling a piece of ash blonde hair between her slender fingers.
"They look pretty close but whateves. Did you hear about that party? I don't know who's throwing it but Josh's going because some chick named Cassie is going." Kirsten states changing the subject.
"Oh cool you should go." Nonchalantly adds Claire her attention more focused on Facebook.
"I wish but I don't even know the chick that's throwing it and I don't want Josh to think I'm stalking him." complains Kirsten tugging on her long pecan blonde braid twirling the dead ends in her fingers. She looked down at her fingers which still had pink chipped nail polish from two weeks ago. Her hand goes to her mouth attempting chew the rest of it off so she could paint them a new color presumably blue because that's Josh's favorite color.
"By any chance is it a pool party?" asks Claire looking up to meet Kirsten's hazel eyes.
"It is, how'd ya know." chirps Kirsten her eyes hopeful that Claire scored them an invite.
"Well Fawn, that girl with Kemp Hurly is throwing a pool party today and it just so happens Josh just posted on Facebook ' Party at Fawn's whoop whoop'!" screams Claire putting down her white mac laptop jumping up and down with excitement her hair bouncing around her in frantic motions.
"Problem where is it and do we just show up?" Kirsten states breaking Claire's moment of pure joy
"I didn't think of that I was focusing on the fact that I might get to meet Kemp Hurley but trust me I'll figure it out." reassures Claire smoothing her green silk Donna Karen tank top. She sat back down on the beanbag her hands flying across they keyboard as Kirsten nibbled at the pink nail polish.