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mm i’ll try

j: brooke they better all be gone by the time we get home b: well then don’t come back till tomorrow

dad we’re seventeen and you got mom pregnant when she was sixteen *crosses my arms* not fair

i’ll just hide them downstairs like i usually do *shrugs*

why does paige get to do whatever she wants and i don’t *crosses my arms*

you guys let her do anything cause she’s your angel child *looks up at you with my arms crossed*

i’m not the one who had a baby with bray *shrugs and walks away*

dad that’s so not fair *crosses my arms* i didn’t even do anything wrong

if you’re gonna let paige have her party you have to let me have mine *walks into my room, closing the door* j: what’s she complaining about? *looks up from my book*

*texts my friends* “come pick me up. park down the street so my parents don’t see” j: is paige still having hers?

*climbs out the window and gets in my friends car* j: you still wanna go stay at the beach house tonight? i trust paige not to trash the house while we’re gone

*drives to the bar* j: you wanna get a drink first?

*nods and grabs my bag, putting my shoes on*

*walks out to the car and gets in, turning on the radio*

i’m glad we’re going to the beach house, we haven’t been in a while

*sits back, looking out the window* that was fun

so how’d you get so much time off work? *looks over at you*

*nods and changes the song on the radio*

*grabs your hand and looks out the window*