AUTHORS NOTE IS JUST TWO FUNNY STORIES THAT HAPPENED TO ME YESTERDAY, YOU DON'T HAVE TO READ THEM.

a/n: I'm tired and my mom kicked me off Netflix so unless I binge all 24 hours of Saturday, I'm not going to finish Friends by Sunday 12am like I wanted to ... Just because I got two zeros on reading quizzes and that brought my grade in English to a D+... at least I'm not failing. She never cared about my grades before but the one moment they're not perfect is when she asks. Butthole.

and omg I said something REALLY stupid yesterday I forgot to mention... well, two things.

First thing: At church we were picking CHRISTMAS songs. Christmas songs.

So my teacher-person was all like, "Okay, short and sweet fun Christmas songs and I'll tell you if they're on my list."

and I said, "Dude, we should do dradle dradle dradle I made it out of clay!" (is that how you spell that?)

and one of the other girls broke down because she knew I was being totally serious because for a second I forgot I'm Mormon and not Jewish, apparently xD

second thing: Okay sso my sister's class was going five minutes past us and I really wanted to go home and catch up so I could finish my quota of Friends episodes to watch, and the next episode I had to watch was Monica's and Chandler's wedding.

I told her to get out of her class and she wasn't leaving and then I pressed my head against the door, forgetting that there was a crack in the door where the children in there could hear me and the sound would echo, and said, "I just wanna go home and watch the freaking wedding and remind myself I'm going to die alone because I'm unattractive and talentless."

and my friends started laughing because they knew the children could hear me before I realized it.

Best part about this story was they were in the middle of saying a prayer when I did this. Whoops.

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"No, I said that it was supposed to go right there!" Sophie shouted, whacking Keefe behind the head.

He held his arms up in defense and tried to swat her away. "I didn't know!" He shouted back.

"I told you three times!" She shouted back, her eyes widening in fury.

"Dude, what did you do?" Dex asked, coming in with a box of Sophie's stuff from when she was still in the elite towers.

"All I did was put her old school stuff box on this side of her office instead of that side," he said, pointing to exaggerate his point.

She took in a deep breath. "Now how is Edaline supposed to conjure in my desk in the right spot?"

Keefe rolled his eyes. "It's a box, Sophie. A box. Just move it."

She groaned. "Fine. But it's too heavy for me to carry." She looked at it and started to use her telekinesis to move it in the right spot. "There," she cheered, "all better!"

"Okay so the official count of times you've yelled at one of us is. . . " Dex trailed off, taking a piece of paper from his pocket and looking at it, smiling. He looked up. "Twenty-six. Keefe is in the lead with being yelled at a good eleven times. Ashla is in second place with five yells."

"You wanna be yelled at once more?" She raised an eyebrow.

"I'm good. I've only been yelled at three times," he said, raising his arms in defense. "Biana has been yelled at three times, Jensi once, Marella once, and Fitz twice."

"Why is Fitz's number so low?" Keefe asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Fitz is working with Grady in the back so he's not really near Sophie," Dex explained casually.

"I never yelled much before you guys started developing romantic feelings for people," Sophie said, glaring at both of them.

"Aww, honey, don't worry. You're just stressed from the moving in and everything," Ashla said, walking in. She gave Sophie a quick hug.

"Hey, I'm moving in too and I'm not stressed," Keefe said, offended.

"Are you female?" Biana asked, walking into the room staring at him with narrowed eyes.

"No, I'm pretty sure I'm male," Keefe said, rolling his eyes.

"Then you don't count," Ashla said immediately.

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"Are we done?" Edaline asked, falling down on their new couch. 

Sophie looked around, nodding. "Yeah, and it looks amazing. Thanks for helping us out, guys," she told them.

They sighed in relief. "So, did Keefe win?" Biana asked Dex.

Dex nodded. "Yeah. Eighteen times," he told her before laughing at Keefe.

"No, you weren't there for the bathroom! He got yelled at there twice," Biana pointed out.

"No, it was three times," Marella added. "Remember, the sink?"

Biana shook her head. "Nah, Dex was there for that," she told Marella.

"I'm not that bad," Sophie said, scoffing.

"Fifty-three."

"What?" she asked Dex.

"You yelled fifty-three times. If we added in the times you 'politely corrected' us, then it would probably reach eighty." He grinned mockingly at her.

She sighed. "Is it so bad to want my new house to look okay?" She asked, groaning. 

Keefe wrapped an arm around her waist. "No, it's perfectly okay for you to want the place to look great," he told her before kissing her cheek. "You're cute when your mad, though."

She rolled her eyes at him. "Whatever. So, I guess this means you guys can go now," she said, smiling at her best friends.

"Yeah, we're tired and my back hurts," Ashla said, standing up.

"Ooh, speaking of, how's the baby?" Sophie grinned expectantly at her.

"It's perfectly amazing," she said, smiling. "Though, the being pregnant part isn't much fun."

"Okay, well we're going to go home too. Bye Soph," Grady said before giving her a hug. 

"Bye mom, bye dad," she said, hugging them both. They left a minute later, and after a moment of silence all of her friends left too.

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"Does this thing even work?" Keefe complained.

"It's a couch. You sit on it. That's how it works," Sophie said, rolling her eyes.

"I know it's a couch. I'm mischievous not stupid," he said, looking at her for a split second before turning back to it. "No, I'm talking about how Fitz and Ashla said they thought they saw something that can come out from it and I want to know if it works."

She sighed. "You just keep doing what you're doing, honey. I'm going to go visit Bronte," she told him. She leaned down to where he was sitting and quickly kissed his cheek before walking out and going to Bronte's office.

"Hello Sophie," Bronte greeted when she walked through his office door.

She smiled at him. "Hi, what did you want to see me for?"

"It's about your... Mr. Forkle," he said. 

"What about him?" She asked, frowning.

"He wanted to meet with me about something along with some of his colleagues and I wanted to know if he told you about it," he answered. "Do you?"

She shook her head. "No, but I think it's great that they're communicating with the council," she said, grinning. 

He nodded. "Okay. Well, I just wanted to know if you knew. . . But, while you're here, maybe we can talk."

She nodded and sat down. "So, how's the project going?"

He shrugged sadly. "We don't want to make it too open, but we know it can't be too bias. We're having a hard time coming up with some good terms for the councilor slot. That's not what I want to talk about."

"What do you want to talk about?" She asked.

"You're getting married," he stated.

She smiled. "So I've heard, yes."

He shook his head. "You're going to be going through lots of different emotions and feelings and they could be hard to control as the day comes closer and the stress becomes bigger. I just want to make sure you're okay. I don't want you to maybe become to emotional and without even realizing, you inflict this on every wedding guest."

She nodded. "I promise not to make the wedding guests feel funky, okay?"

He chuckled. "Sophie, you've been together with Keefe for too long. You didn't joke much before him."

She rolled her eyes. "Thank you for telling me this, Bronte. I'll make sure to remind myself," she told him sincerely.

He nodded. "I'll see you again sometime before the wedding," he said with a smile.

She nodded. "Okay, bye Bronte." She got up and walked to the door. He waved her off as she left.