"are you fucking kidding me?!"

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so, yeah, i got grounded. i'm not allowed to get on ANY of my electronics.

'why?' you may ask. why? because my parents fucking caught me shoplifting from sephora!

okay, maybe they're in the right, but still! what does me shoplifting have to do with cutting connections with all my friends! and i still have to do my fucking tiktok qna. i bet all my followers are like, 'nene, where tf are you?', 'nene, im unfollowing'— ugh!

this is so stupid, right now i'm just sitting my room doing absolutely nothing because, i have. nothing. to do!!

this outrageous. i can't do this anymore.

"mom?!" i yell out from my room, almost giving myself vocal fry

i hear her loud fucking feet storm up the stairs, and my bedroom door flings open,

"what?!" she shouts at me even though i am LITERALLY not even five feet away from her.

"can i go to greg's house?"

"who's greg?!"

"greg, the— the girl?? my friend??"

"oh." she pauses,

"fine."

i practically hop out of my seat at this and run out of my room, catching a glimpse of my mom muttering something under her breath.

do i care though? no! i'm just glad to be out of that damn house. god, i can't wait to move out for college.

i speedwalk my way over to greg's house, knocking on her door

"hello?" i say, loud enough to where you could probably hear me from inside the house.

no answer

i sigh and bite my lip for a few moments, thinking

where could she possibly be? i mean, she doesn't go out much.

wait! she's probably in her dad's van. she likes to hang out in there a lot by herself. it's kinda aesthetic. i've taken some good pictures in there.

i walk over to the black van parked in their driveway, and try peering through the windows and godDAMN are they tinted. i can barely see shit in there! i think her dad is a kidnapper or something because there is absolutely no reasons as to why someone's windows should be this dark.

but as far as i can tell, she isn't in there.

"fuck." i audibly curse under my breath.

i glance around, trying to see if she was anywhere else.

couldn't be at matteo's house, he's still sick, and greg's a germaphobe..

hm.

i take a quick look through the new neighbor's windows. aka that blond kid. i think his name was cat? cal? i don't know, but his friend his hot. we'll just call him 'guy with the hot friend'.

i use my detective skills. when i first moved in, greg and her parents came to welcome my family, so maybe they're doing the same for him!

wow, her parents must be really nice people. i could never.

i powerwalk over to that guy with the hot friend's house and knock on his front door.

a woman, probably my mom's age with glasses and short brown hair opens the door,

"yes?" she says

"is, uh, greg here? gregory?"

"oh, yes! she's upstairs! why? are you looking for her?" she asks, her head cocked to the side slightly.

"yeah."

"oh, well, come right on in. the more the merrier!" she chuckles, i chuckle back.

i head up the stairs, making sure to watch my step.

i look around for a moment, down the hallway.

no sound. i walk down the hallway and stop at a door.

my intuition's telling me greg is in here.

my intuition is always right, i knock on the door, and without waiting for a response i open the door.

all heads dart to me as the door opens, and i was right. greg was in there.

"oh, nene, h- what are you doing here?" greg asks, her brows furrowed and her head tilted slightly to the side.

"looking for you."

"oh." she nods her head and turns to cal, before seemingly regretting her decision and turning back to me.

"this is cal-"

"she knows." he said flatly.

god what a bitch. there's no way greg's willingly hanging out with him.

"cool. yeah, you go to the same school as us." i say, putting on the most polite smile i could muster.

"he- he listens to, uhm, pearl jam too." greg says awkwardly, pointing to a, you guessed it, pearl jam poster hanging on his wall.

"mm. cool."

i catch cal giving greg a glare, and it takes all of my power and energy to not call his skank ass out on it.

but you know what i think?

no, i just know she's gonna fall in love with him.

she's gonna be yapping on and on about him everyday, all because he likes the same obscure crap she does.

it's like 500 days of summer all over again, but worse and roles reversed. which, is kind of the same thing.

hopefully she's picking up on this guy's red flags, if not she must be colorblind.

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