#wasnt invited to my friends birthday party

[27spoons]

CRUSH | ACT ONE: DO I WANNA KNOW?

pairing: natalie scatorccio/fem!reader

summary: You're studying on a Friday. Natalie doesn't like that.

wc: 4200 (blaze it) (im not funny)

warnings: none. I think.

a/n: happy birthday 2 me. here is another chapter. lowkey i wasnt planning on have two chapters in a row with a ? in them but oh well yolo and all that fun stuff. anyways this chapter is basically just two losers yapping (next one will b longer promise)

ao3 / masterlist

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The thing about Natalie Scatorccio is that she always seems to find you when you least expect it. It’s like she has a sixth sense, some radar that tells her exactly when you’re trying not to think about her—and then she shows up, smirking like she knows all your secrets. 

Today is no different. You’re sitting on the steps outside the library, flipping halfheartedly through a history textbook, when her shadow falls over you.

"Studying on a Friday, Princess?" She lets out a low whistle, "Now, that's tragic."

You roll your eyes and let a scoff fall from your lips, "Listen, not everyone can afford to just… throw caution to the wind or whatever. Some of us actually need to study."

Nat snorts as she fishes a cigarette out of her pocket, bringing it to her lips and lighting it, "I do study, just not on Fridays, like a nerd." She gives you a pointed glare, but it lacks any actual heat.

Without giving you a chance to object, she throws her duffle bag down on the steps next to you and sits down with a grunt. "Seriously, though." She ashes her cigarette, "Why're you sittin' alone out here, head in your…" She glances at the cover of your textbook, "history book when you could be doin' anything else?"

You shrug and close your textbook with a sigh, "I dunno. I guess it's just… the way things are, or whatever. Never really been the type of person who goes out on Fridays." Nat nods in understanding as she takes a slow drag from her cigarette, "Yeah, I get that. Nothin' wrong with that. But it gets boring after a while, yeah? Doin' the same thing every week, set in some constant routine?"

"I guess," You sigh and move to put your textbook into your backpack, "But don't you have routines? I mean, soccer and all that?"

"Yeah, I got some routine. Some days, I get up earlier than others to make it to practice. Some days, I spend some time after school kicking around a ball in the field. But that's not my point." Another drag of her smoke, "My point is that you can have some routine, but life is so fucking boring if that's all your life is." She rolls the end of the cigarette between her thumb and pointer finger for a few seconds before looking at you, squinting against the harsh light of the sun that beats down from behind you. "You gotta have something to shake it up every now and then, yeah? You don't gotta go to a party every week, but what's stoppin' you from goin' to one now and then?"

"It's just never been my scene, I guess. My friends and I don't really… do parties, you know? Like, we have small get-togethers or whatever, but we don't party. Never really seen myself as a party person, either." You shrug, zipping up your bag and moving it to rest on the step in front of you, "I dunno. I guess the…" You wave your hands around as you think of the proper words to use, "loud music and annoying people isn't exactly what I consider fun." A fond shake of your head and a gentle laugh, "But, hey, all the power to you if that's what you do find fun."

"You ever been invited to a party?" Nat chimes in after considering your statement for a few seconds.

You have to think about that question for a few seconds. "Yes." You finally manage, which earns you a skeptical look from the woman sitting next to you.

"Then why'd you have to think about it?" 

"Oh my God." You roll your eyes, "Because it's been a while since I got invited to one, alright? Like I said, I don't hang out with the type of people that go to parties. So…"

Nat hums at that, seemingly accepting the answer you've given her. "Alright. So what do you do on Fridays? Or the weekend? Or whenever you aren't with your nose in some book." She gestures to your backpack and the textbook inside of it by extension. "Nothin' wrong with it, but you gotta do something else, yeah?"

A huff leaves your mouth before you can stop it, "Well, you've caught me sketching once or twice, yeah? I'm a pretty big fan of that. Uhhh…" You think for a few seconds, feeling like this is an awkward first date where the person is asking, "What do you do for fun?" and it takes everything in you not to give out the most generic answers possible. "I think I mentioned meteor showers to you before? I, uh, I like stargazing. And I guess I kinda play games sometimes? Although it's usually just… simulation games or whatever. The mindless stuff."

"Right." The girl smirks to herself as she muddles over your hobbies in her head. "Drawing, stargazing, and simulation games. Yeah, you, my friend, are a walking funfest, you know that?" One last drag from her cigarette before snuffing it out on the step, "That stuff is fun and all, but you need some more excitement in your life."

"What? Like… stealing BuzzBalls from corner stores?" A faint smirk tugs at your lips, "Or taking joyrides in stolen Maseratis?" 

"First of all," Nat cuts you off before you can continue, "It was a Mazda. There's a huge difference. Second of all…" She hums and leans back, resting her elbows on the next step up. 

She looks over you in a curious sort of way, appraising your form and being. "You could skate. Could convince Kev to teach you a thing or two at the skatepark, as long as you aren't gonna cry if you fall. If you play simulation games, you might not be half-bad at pool or darts. Hell, even thrifting or something. Refresh your wardrobe. I swear, every time I see you, you're basically wearing the same thing, just in different variants." Then, a sly grin. "But the fun stuff? Bet I could teach you to tag stuff without getting caught. You're already an artist; you should leave your mark on some places, yeah?" Her grin widens, "Maybe I could even convince you to bust into an old factory with me." A beat, "Unless… you're afraid of ghosts?" Then, she's laughing to herself.

You try to fight the grin on your face, but it's hard when you find her smile to be one of the most contagious things you've ever seen. "I'm not afraid of ghosts, thank you." A dramatic roll of your eyes earns another laugh from Nat, her smile wide and plastered on her face like she's having the time of her life. "But, also… I dunno. Maybe I could be convinced to try something new." "Maybe?" Nat parrots, still half-laughing. "Nah. I will convince you to "try something new"; you just haven't seen how convincing I can be yet." A self-satisfied grin replaces the smile she was wearing, and she leans in slightly, lowering her voice. "And I can be real convincing, Princess."

And… yep. You're blushing again. Nat, of course, notices this. Her grin gets ten times toothier, clearly satisfied with herself, and she leans back again. "But," She shrugs—as if she didn't just fluster the shit out of you with a single sentence. "That's for a later date."

Before you get a chance to respond to that, you catch sight of two girls wearing practice uniforms approaching—a simple grey shirt with the mascot's name on it and some shorts. You've seen them around before; it's a small town, after all. 

Jackie Taylor—homecoming queen and captain of the girl's soccer team. Beside her, Shauna Shipman—who you… honestly don't know much about. You're pretty sure the two of them are best friends despite the fact that they seem like polar opposites. 

Something something opposites attract, or whatever.

"Nat." Jackie stops in front of the two of you, regarding you with a half-assed smile for a fraction of a second before turning back to Nat, "You will be at practice today, right? You aren't gonna ditch again to do—"

"Yes, Jackie. I will fucking be at practice, alright?" Nat cuts her off with a scowl and a roll of her eyes. You swear she's gonna add something else but opts against it.

"Well… good." Jackie nods, then glances at you for much longer than she did initially, a curious expression on her face. 

You don't have to guess why the expression is there, either. You aren't that dumb. You don't really look like the type of person Natalie Scatorccio hangs out with—not with your textbooks, sketchbooks, and meekness. No, you've seen the people she hangs out with. Misfits, mostly. There's that one goth kid, that guy with curly hair, and the redhead chick—who also plays on the soccer team with Nat. Then there are the… less than savoury characters. The people who she isn't seen around as much, but everyone knows she is around. Not hardened criminals per se, but people who are very, very rough around the edges. People who have longer rap sheets and far more "experience" being criminals than Natalie does.

Either way, Jackie doesn't comment on the stark difference between Natalie's usual crowd and you.

You give the team captain a tense smile as she looks at you, which she quickly returns before looking back at the girl sitting next to you, "We start in thirty."

"Yeah, I know, Princess." Natalie rolls her eyes, "I'm well aware what time practice starts, thank you."

"I was just trying to—" Jackie huffs and crosses her arms, "Whatever. Be there." Then she walks off, seemingly pouting, and Shauna gives Nat a shrug in apology before following.

Once the pair are out of earshot, Nat groans and pushes a hand through her bleached hair, "See, that's someone I call a princess in a derogatory manner."

You snort, "But it's not derogatory with me?"

"Nah." She shakes her head, "With you? It just… feels right. Dunno. Like that one chick we called "Crystal the Pistol" a few times. It's an affectionate nickname, or whatever." She waves a hand dismissively, "Not my point. Point is, when I say it to you, it's…" A beat of hesitation as she tries to find the right words, "Ugh. I don't know. I'm not good with words. Just know it's a good nickname, not a bad one."

"Right." Your eyes narrow slightly at that, but you don't push the topic further.

Which Nat seems grateful for, anyway. "Anyways. What the hell were we talking about?"

"Uhhhhh… hobbies, and how mine are, apparently, drastically boring?"

"Oh. Right." She nods, thinking about the previous conversation for a minute, then she gives a fond roll of her eyes and turns to you with a soft grin, "I mean… you said it. Not me. I just said you need some excitement. I'm not the one that goes stargazing for fun."

"Right. And most of your suggestions were…" You hum in mock thought, "Illegal, no?"

"'s only illegal if you get caught, actually." Nat shoots back, "And where's your sense of adventure, huh?" She nudges you with her elbow, "Gotta live a little, Princess. I know that BuzzBall was probably the first time you've ever… partaken in something illegal."

You roll your eyes and lean your back against the railing as you turn at the waist to face her, "Sorry, I don't willingly rob stores for fun in my free time. My bad."

You think you see Nat's jaw twitch at the comment, making you think you said the wrong thing, but before you can dwell on it too long or too hard, she lets out a hollow laugh. "Yeah, well, certified adrenaline junkie and all that. What can I say? Robbing stores gives me a rush." But the words come out slightly strained—like she's not telling you the whole story.

She clears her throat, clearly eager to move on from that particular line of conversation. "Whatever. Still. Like I said, I can… get Kev to teach you how to skate. Or… hell, you ever kicked a soccer ball around before?"

"In PE, yeah. But that's about it."

"Hmm." The blonde considers this, "You any good at it?" You snort, "Hardly varsity material, but I'm not, like, terrible at it or anything."

"Yeah? Well, maybe I can show you how to be junior varsity material. Shouldn't be that hard to play better than a few freshies, yeah? Maybe I'll even teach you some soccer tricks." She grins to herself, "Teach you the basics of freestyling soccer balls."

"Mm, promising a lot here, Nat. First, you're saying that you'll teach me to play good enough to beat some "freshies" in soccer, then telling me you'll teach me tricks?" You click your tongue, "How do I know you aren't gonna completely bail on me?" "Oh, make no mistake, I don't go back on my word. If I say I'm gonna do something, then you can bet your sweet ass I'm gonna do it, yeah?" A toothy grin, "And that's the Scatorccio guarantee."

You snort, "Yeah, you say that like your last name holds a lot of value when it comes to trust—" 

The words are meant to be teasing, they come out in a teasing tone, but you still feel like a piece of shit the second they leave your mouth.

"I… I didn't mean it like that. Sorry. I wasn't thinking—"

"Nah, no," Nat shakes her head and waves her hands, "no. Don't worry about it. I'm not mad at you or anything." A grin, likely to ease your nerves, "You're not exactly wrong either. But I'm giving you my word anyway. Which… you should take." 

"Hm." You take some mock consideration to that, "I will take it for now. But I make no promises for whether I keep it or not."

"Won't regret it." Her grin becomes slightly more genuine, "Promise."

You spend the next… ten, fifteen minutes? talking to Nat on the steps of the library, actually getting to know each other, rather than those single-minded adventures that the two of you have been on the past little while.

You trade off on the typical "first date" questions: Favourite food (Hers is apparently pizza, which you said was boring, then she rolled her eyes and dropped "Ribollita" and refused to actually tell you what that means.), fast food (Said "Taco Bell" immediately.) music (Matches her. Veruca Salt, Blondie, Nirvana, The Pixies… you get the idea. You asked her if she played the music on tape decks. She said yes. You don't know if she's joking or not.), books (She called you a nerd. Then proceeded to say, "The Anarchist Cookbook".), least favourite teacher (Mr. Miller, who teaches Auto Shop and keeps telling her repair work is sloppy.), and most importantly: the meaning of life ("ask me after I've had a tab or two"??).

After spending the past three minutes trying to convince her you don't get straight A's in every class, you decide just to show her your most recent in Physics and you… realise you left your binder in your locker.

"Crap." You sigh as you peer into your backpack, "I think I left my Science binder in my locker."

Nat snorts, "Didn't you open your bag earlier to put away your textbook? How didn't you notice it then?" "Because I wasn't thinking about it then." You sigh and close your bag, "I need to grab it from my locker. I don't—" "I'll come with you. Need to head to the locker room and change into practice gear." She cuts you off, pushes herself off the stairs, and, much to your surprise, actually waits for you before she starts walking. You try not to act surprised by this as you grab your backpack and throw it over your shoulders. When she does catch you acting surprised, because of course she does, she grins and rolls her eyes. "I said I was coming with you. Which means I am following you, and you aren't following me. Therefore, I have to wait for you. I still don't wait for people to follow me, Princess."

You can't fight the way your eyes roll and lips purse at that comment, "Right." Once you're standing, the pair of you head off in the direction of your locker.

"Dude, your locker is all the way in the old science hall? Who the fuck goes here anymore? There are zero classes near this place anymore. It must take five minutes to walk from class-to-fucking-class." She mutters, more to herself than you, and shakes her head as you two reach your destination. "Yeah, if I could have chosen my locker, it would be in the English hall. Right in the center of all my classes. I'm also pretty sure I'm the only person who has their locker in this hall." You sigh as you start to fiddle with the lock, "I've basically only seen the janitor up here. I don't know what I did to piss off whoever assigned lockers, but here I am." A sigh leaves your lips as the lock clicks open, "Admin won't even let me move lockers." Nat snorts and leans on the locker adjacent yours, "Yeah, sounds about right. They don't actually give a shit about the students here. I mean, for all the money going into athletics, you'd think they'd give us uniforms that don't chafe." An exasperated roll of her eyes, "So stupid."

"Sounds about right. Didn't the money go to the boy's baseball team or something?" She seems slightly surprised you know that but gives a nod of her head. "Uh, yeah. That's right. Which makes no sense considering we won states last year, and this year we actually have a good chance of—"

Her eyes zero in on the binder you're grabbing. "Holy shit. Is that colour-coded?" Her jaw drops in awe (or shock?), and she takes it from your hands, flipping it open. "H-o-l-y s-h-i-t. It is."

"I like having things organized by unit, whether it's a worksheet or notes!" You defend yourself, grabbing the binder back from her with a huff, "Sue me, okay!"

"Shit, I should." She lets out a low whistle, "Damn. All this for a…" She peers at the test you were going to show her, "B? Damn, Princess. That's unfortunate."

"You're making fun of me." You murmur petulantly, slamming the binder shut and shoving it into your backpack, "What's your GPA then, huh?"

Nat hums as she considers that answer, "Three point three."

"Wait." You turn to look at her, "Seriously?"

She laughs, "Yeah, seriously. I can't play soccer if I'm failing all my classes. Just because I don't show up to class doesn't mean I don't do the work for them." A roll of her eyes, like it was an obvious answer. 

"Mm. And do you do the work for them, or do you pay some unsuspecting nerd—"

"What makes you think I have the money to pay anyone to do anything?" The girl cuts you off with a snort and crosses her arms, "Trust me, I do all my work myself."

"Hey, who said anything about money?" You grin at her, "You have… dubious tendencies. For all I know, you're paying them some other way." You offer a teasing shrug, "Like stolen BuzzBalls or…" A faux gasp, "Oh my God. Am I the unsuspecting nerd?" Nat scoffs once and looks away, "Yeah, right." Another scoff. Then another.

…wait. Is she blushing? Did you just fluster Natalie Scatorccio? On accident? 

Between the way she won't meet your eyes, fiddles with the hem of her shirt, her usually pale cheeks now with the faintest hint of colour in them, and she swallows nervously? Wow. You think you did. How the tables…

You don't get too long to reflect on that before she's seemingly recovered and trying to act unaffected. "What if I am, nerd?" She leans into your personal space, "Maybe I'm looking for an unsuspecting nerd to do more than just my homework."

Now you're the flustered one. Again. "Uh—"

"I mean, think about it." She licks her lips, "The unsuspecting nerd and the resident burnout. Talk about opposites attracting. I could show you so much shit." A feral grin crosses her features, and your entire body heats up without your consent, "I could make you feel real—"

You take a step back, putting up both a metaphorical and physical space between you two. "Natalie. I don't—"

"Don't what? Oh, come on, Princess. Don't act like you haven't been thinking about it. I'm not dumb. I've seen the way you've been looking at me. Don't act like—"

You look visibly uncomfortable. Flustered, yes, but also uncomfortable. You're wringing your hands together in a subconscious act of anxiety, and whether that's because of her proximity or the situation, you aren't quite sure. Either way, Nat notices this.

You swear you see something like guilt flash behind her eyes once she realises she made you uncomfortable, but no outward attempt at an apology is made.

Natalie clears her throat and takes a small step back, the bravado dropping in an instant. "Whatever." She crosses her arms again, "Whatever. Let's just…" Her jaw tenses, and she shakes her head. "Nevermind." 

There's some very tense air that passes between the both of you as you awkwardly close and lock your locker, neither of you bothering to glance at the other, letting the awkwardness fester.

It probably would have kept festering, too, had the sound of Natalie's phone vibrating not broken the silence.

"Goddammit, I swear to God if Jackie is—" Her mouth snaps shut as she looks down at her phone, and a slow grin finds its way onto her mouth. "Ooooh, fuck yes." She looks up at you, "Say, Princess, you doing anything tonight?"

"Uhhhh…" You shake your head, "No? I was just planning on staying at home and…" You shrug, "I dunno. Relaxing, or whatever."

"Mm. I have a better idea. You should come to a party tonight."

"Oh." 

"Oh? That's it?" Nat rolls her eyes, "Come on. What was it I said about needing to get out of your comfort zone? A party is the perfect time and place to do it!" She shakes her head (and hands), "Look, it's a bonfire. If things go poorly, you can just… sit and stare at the fire and ignore everyone."

An unsure breath leaves your lips as you consider all the possibilities in your head. Of course, your mind heads to the worst-case scenario first, like a completely normal person would.

"Dude, seriously." She says, softer this time. "No pressure. It's just… a bonfire party… no, get-together, with some friends. That's it, yeah? Not like the entire town is gonna be there." She reiterates, throwing some emphasis on the fact it's "just a bonfire get-together," as if that will soothe all your nerves.

More hesitation on your part, but you can't deny the curiosity that seeds its way into your mind at the idea of seeing Nat in her element for once. "I… I don't know, Nat. It really isn't my scene—"

"It doesn't have to be your scene. It's just gonna be the place you spend a single Friday night. That's it. Don't ever gotta come to one again if you decide you hate it. Won't even bring it up again. Promise."

Even more hesitation. Even more curiosity you can't shove down and hide, for better or worse.

You don’t belong in the scene she frequents. Not really. But the way she grinned—like you were some project she couldn’t wait to take on—made you want to, even if it was just for one night.

"Come on. Drinks are free. Maybe they'll have more coolers you can try. Really dip your toes into the world of alcoholic beverages." She snickers.

Man, peer pressure does work, doesn't it?

You’re not a party person. But then again, Natalie Scatorccio isn’t just a person—she’s the reason you’re even considering it.

"I can't believe I'm gonna say this…" You shake your head and sigh, "But… fine. Fine. I'll… I'll go to this stupid party."

A wide grin crosses her face. Wide and very pleased with herself. "Perfect. Good choice. Best choice, really. Won't regret it, promise." She pushes herself off the locker beside yours, "I gotta get to practice. But I will… see you tonight, yeah?"

"Yeah. Yes." You sigh reluctantly, "I will… see you tonight, Nat."

"Hell yeah, you will. Maybe I'll even convince you to crack a beer or two. Smoke a cigarette. Real delinquent shit." She laughs at that as she begins walking off toward the gym, "See you tonight, Princess!" Nat calls from over her shoulder, "I'll text you the address!"

You watch her leave, blinking a few times in shock that she was able to convince you to go to a high school party so quickly.

"Well." You mumble to yourself, "Guess senior year isn't the worst time to go to your first party." You rub your forehead, mildly frustrated with yourself and your ability to say no, "Goddammit."

Well. Guess you have a party to prepare for, huh?

a/n: can i be so real with yall for a sec

every time i type in "natalie scatorccio" on pinterest i start feeling weird after the first few minutes cus I'm like "damn I'm fr just staring at photos of sophie thatcher rn" but I suppose it could be worse. could be staring at photos of (insert ugly celebrity name here)

[im14andivebeen14foramonth]

ooo i am trying so very hard not to cry right now

[agalaxyofjoy]

Funny how getting sleep fixes like 99% of any problem 😆 starting my 30s with the basics 🤪

[br1ghtestlight]

does anyone want to come to my birthday party this year.... i never had birthday parties when i was a kid or celebrated my birthday at all but some of these party games sound fun wtf :( i want to have a birthday party but like a KIDS birthday party bcuz i dont even know what adults do for birthdays. and i dont want to get drunk which seems to be most of what they do

[beverageenthusiast]

.

[tootyfruities]

had a horrendous dream in which i went to a social event i didn't like

[plomegranate]

i love palestinian and arab culture so much.

my grandma wearing thobes around the house and making us tamriyeh. my cousins wedding when we all wore thobes and keffiyehs and took photos downtown and we danced with someone playing the guitar on the street and this lady stopping us to tell us we all looked so beautiful. walking the graduation stage in a thobe. the girl who liked to guess arab peoples ethnicities telling me "you're wearing tatreez... do you want me to write 'palestinian' on your forehead?" the keffiyeh my brother keeps on the drivers seat of his car.

my dad sending me off to my last semester of college with 2 pomegranates and a jar of palestinian olive oil. my cousins wife coming up with new ways to make zaatar and cheese pastries. me and my grandma sitting on the floor and making waraq 3neb- my job was to separate the leaves so she could roll them easier. my mom sending me and my brother to school with eid cookies for my teachers and tasking us with delivering some to the neighbors. my aunt glaring at me and piling more food on my plate and then asking if i was still hungry (i wasnt). my mom always telling me to invite my friends and cousins over for dinner and asking me what they like to eat. my family getting my dad knafeh instead of cake for his birthday. the man who told me i made the "best fetteh in the western hemisphere".

the man in the shawarma shop who gave me my fries for free and baklava i didnt order because we spoke about being palestinian while he took my order. the person on tumblr who i bonded with because we are from the same palestinian city. the girl i met on campus who exclaimed "youre palestinian? me too!" because i was wearing my keffiyeh. the girl in my class that showed me the artwork about palestine her dad made and donated for fundraising. the couple in the grocery store who noticed my palestinian shirt and talked with me for 20 minutes and ended up being a family friend. the silly palestinian kids i tutored sighing in disappointment when i told them i was born in america because they were hoping that id have been born "somewhere cooler". my friends family who bought me dinner despite me being there by chance and having met me for the first time the day before.

the boys starting uncoordinated dabke lines in my high school's hallways. the songs about the longing and love for our land. the festivals and parties and gatherings where everything smells like shisha and oud. memories of waiting in the car for an hour as my parents talked at the doorway of their friends homes. my cousins and i showing up at each others homes with cake or fruit or games as if it was the first time we ever visited even though we always say "you dont have to".

kids stubbornly helping to clean and make tea after a meal while being told to go sit down because they are guests. the necklaces in the shape of our home countries. people hugging and laughing and acting as if theyve known each other for years because they come from the same city or know people with the same last name. the day i finally got to bully my friends into letting me pay the bill because i had a job and they were still students. my moms friend who calls us every time she's at the grocery store to see if we need something

palestinian people are so resilient and hardworking and charitable. they love their culture and their community and are so quick to share and welcome anyone in. everyday i am so thankful and proud to be part of such a warm and lovely culture

[plaidos]

im finally at the end phase with my tmequeer friend group from high school. my partner and i have been trying to find better friends that actually support us, so we can drop them from our lives and luckily we're now getting there because we sure as fuck just lost a sizeable chunk of what was our social lives. it all came together when i told one of them that i dont want to go to their taylor swift themed birthday party because im a woman in my 20s and i have better things to do. they then proceeded to get all the others on their side and completely corner and dogpile me while i tried to explain that its not personal and that it just sounds like a really shit time, but apparently calling it a "nauseating and ghoulish shrine to american late stage capitalism" and explaining that "it rubs me the wrong way, how you're having a birthday party but you've sucked the individuality out of it and replaced it with a white billionaire idol", was a little too meanies of me. (note: i didnt say this until after i had already started to get pushback for declining an invite. all i had done until then was make it clear that i probably wouldnt enjoy it and that im gonna pass on it. it wasnt until i was accused of having no integrity and not valuing their friendship or whatever the fuck that i was like ykw no. fuck this. this is a clown fest.)

anyway it culminated in my friend of 10 years telling me that im always too angry and that they "will not be spoken to like that" and that i need to "change my tone", saying im way too angry and emotional and that i need to get a grip. and if your transmisogyny bingo card isnt full yet, they did in fact go on to say that theyre scared of me; claimed that theyre incapable of being a transmisogynist because they have other transfem friends (an ex girlfriend, and someone theyre currently hooking up with. lol. lmao.); they compared me to their abusive ex citing how im aggressive and emotional; and finally said that ive been like this "even when you were a guy, so you havent changed much."

never again with swifties. never again with the transmisogynistic tar pit that is the average cisqueer+theyfab "friendship/support group".

(sorry if this was long, i hope its at least somewhat entertaining how ridiculous this was)

jesus. honestly, i was ready to be like “i think you were actually low-key kind of mean and dismissive about your friend’s interests” but seeing how they spoke to you in turn makes me think they probably had it coming. even if you WERE dismissive, that is literally all it would be — dismissive — not aggressive, or angry, or scary. i’m so sorry that you had to put up with these annoying milquetoast losers. you deserve better.

[cloudberriesforaqueen]

Frohana Birthday Parties! 🎂

The birthday parties were always one of my favorite plots from the storybooks. I'm glad all of them got one!

Olaf, of course, had a summer party! After many "failed" attempts, that is. You know how animes have a mandatory "beach episode"? I guess this is Frozen's version of that 🤭 (Well, depending on which storybook you read...)

This story also had some of my most favorite illustrations of the Frohana too! It's always a treat to see them decorated with flowers.

"It's my birthday?" Olaf grinned, "That must be why it's been the best day ever!" Aaaw 🥹

It was also very sweet to see the kinds gifts the Frohana planned to give Sven. I like it when Olaf uses the snowflakes from his flurry as a plot device. R.I.P. Olaf's flurry. And, of course, Sven gets a... carrot cake! 😆

For young Kristoff, he got to celebrate his first "human" birthday party with the Trolls! He says he's never been to one, so they wanted to "surprise" him (with his knowledge lol). Little Kristoff saying he doesn't know when his real birthday is because he doesn't have a family to keep track of it was... 🥺

Elsa's was very interesting. She already knew Anna would be planning for her (because it takes one to know one! And also 'cause the Frohana wasnt very discreet either). So, like the introvert that she is, she sort of "dreaded" the party all day as she finished her daily royal duties. She thought they had planned a huge party with a reindeer-sized cake and invited five hundred guests (her words, not mine!) To her surprise, they threw a "quiet little party with family and friends"—exactly what Elsa wanted! 😁

Little Anna's was my favorite! It was also nice seeing a young Anna with messy bed hair too. Some things never change. Come to think of it, her birthday is probably one of the most celebrated events in the storybooks—Not to mention, Frozen Fever! I think there's also another birthday of hers where Elsa creates a winter wonderland for Anna in the castle? Correct me if I'm wrong 😅

Important guests from neighboring kingdoms were invited, so Anna acted as formal and as proper as she could to please her parents. Every single time she thought she messed up, Agnarr and Iduna played along to reassure her it's okay 🥹

That night, Elsa, of course, showed her what a "real party" looked like without the pressure of acting formal! ♡

+ BONUS BIRTHDAY PARTY!

Olaf's pet rock, Rocky— probably the one Elsa and the Earth Giants gave him during a solo visit to the Enchanted Forest! I love his complete 180° where he treats Rocky like an actual living being all day and then he ends with a "Rocky's just a rock, remember?" 😭

[mrsnerdygirl]

I was thinking right now about how sad it is that Harry never properly celebrated his birthday. You know how we go all out on children's birthdays, inviting people and making theme parties, well Harry never had that .

On his first birthday, he celebrated over a small tea "party" , with his parents and Bathilda, with no other family members and friends around . In her letter , Lily said that it was okay since he wouldn't remember, and while she was right , the fact that it was his first and last birthday with his parents and it wasnt even proper, saddens me so much .

Growing up i know for a fact that the Dursleys didn't celebrate his birthday. Remember when he went to Hogwarts and for Christmas they send him a single toothpick ? What about Dudley's hand-me-downs? Sometimes i actually think that they didnt even tell him untill he started attending kindergarten, or sometime earlier when his birthday was . I belive that it was easier that way for them , not having to bother with his questions , but of course when Harry saw that there were no children like him , with no parents, loved ones , or idea as to when they were born , he started asking questions.

Something that i had forgotten about , and only remembered when i reread Chamber of Secrets, is that for his birthday, Harry sang to himself the Happy Birthday song, and that broke my heart . Just thinking about how many times he had to do that because noone cared is terrible.

The fact that the second birthday cake he ever got was when he was eleven , a grown boy, is even worse .

On the third book , he doesnt even recall it being his birthday, he completely forgets about it , that's how little birthdays mean to him .

"He never got to celebrate a birthday with Sirius" , now that line destroyes me, because i know sirius felt terrible for missing his godson's birthday, and i also know that getting a letter saying Happy Birthday, is all Harry wanted , because growing up he didnt even get as much as that .

His sixteenth birthday was the only one that came closest to a nice celebration, Harry had Remus , the Weasleys, so practically most of his loved ones , but i know for a fact that not having Sirius there , and having lost him just a month ago tore the boy to pieces. There was a war going on and he wasnt safe , especially at that time, so of course it wasnt the best , and in my opinion what he deserved.

On his seventeenth , he was worrying about the fact that in a week he would be god knows where , doing god knows what . Voldemort was more powerful than ever, and i think that the only time he was a little at peace was when Ginny gave him her present . It was the first time Harry didnt mention the war , or the deaths of people , or his approaching death , he was at peace and that was short lived because he got into a fight with Ron and then he was feeling miserable because reality hit him harder than ever , he realised he didnt have a future ahead, and that this could be his last birthday for all he knew.

When he finally started enjoying his day , the minister arrived and ruined everything. After he left so had some of the guests, and the ones that were left seemed to feel uncomfortable.

Im sure that when the war was over , he didn't celebrate his birthday, i dont think he cared much , especially knowing what happened just a couple of months ago and how selfless he is .

So knowing that today he is celebrating makes me feel good . Knowing he has a family now , and that there is no ministry or Voldemort chasing his guests away is amazing. If anyone deserves a good birthday, that person is Harry James Potter.

[castawavy]

November Save MEGA summary (part 1)

before / (beginning) / next

so as many of you guys know, my PC died and my drives were fried so I lost my beloved sims, where we left off, adie had kicked her dad and now this post will attempt to continue on from that ❤🤸‍♂️

shortly after the that, steve managed to wrangle her into bed (aww)

then the following night, june was invited out by her friends to go to a nightclub and she commited the sin of bringing her boyfriend along...

but it's OK because luke came too so steve wasn't the only guy there ruining girls night. after a dance, they all headed home and steve & june stopped off at Hogan's where the PDA was out of this world, but it was kind of nice because they hadn't really been connecting lately:

very classy woohoo with steve, but she's literally going through an early midlife crisis right now, so it felt right in the moment, I think as well june needed to fall in love with him again a bit 😉❤

meanwhile adie spent some quality time being babysat by grandma:

then it was literally elijah's birthday thank god

adelaide got really jealous that the attention wasnt on her for once so steve brought her to the park for some quality father daughter time

shortly after that it was new year's eve so they threw another house party (tw drug mention / to be honest usual content warnings for this save apply) all their friends were there I promise (raj too) but this was the only photo I had AHAHAHA:

steves new year's resolution was to join the gym, so he started going there after work, and all the townies flocked to him for some reason:

elijah had ANOTHER birthday but I literally didnt catch any of it other than this adorable screeshot :-(

adelaide was not impressed (she is so cute and such a terror I knew that she was going to be my heir right away if you couldnt tell 😁💖)

june took the kids for a playdate at the bheedas house, and we met their daughter sita, they have another daughter named tasheena, but she's a bit older than june's kids and adie wasnt interested anyways

cute father / son picture I felt like sharing, he didnt attend the playdate because he was sleeping (NOT because hes lazy, but because he works nights)

speaking of:

june also went for after work drinks to celebrate her promotion at Rushing & Sons, then she bonded and did some kareoke with becca who I would say is her work best friend

steve looked after the kids of course and had a TV dinner with adie which I thought was cute

before / (beginning) / next

[eventually27]

One of the Evans [or evan himself] seducing you into cheating 🫣🤭💜

Cheeky! Wouldn't take me much seducing, mwahahah. Boyfriend byeeee 🫠

Persuasion..

*warnings: infidelity, swearing, smuttyness*

You are at your best friends wedding, you've attended alone because your boyfriend would prefer to go out with his boys instead of accompanying you. The ceremony was beautiful and now it is party time!!

You order another drink from the bar, "Come and dance," you hear, your girlfriends, including the bride say, they were demanding your presence on the dance floor, and you did love to dance after all. You take a small sip from your drink and make your way to the floor. The dj was playing great songs, chosen by the bride of course. You didn't really know the groom too well. He was often working, but you had spent some time with him, birthday parties, dinner parties, that kind of thing, you were really happy that they had got married though, all you wanted was for your friend to be happy, even if you were slightly jealous, you should of been here dancing with your boyfriend, but he had other ideas, he was such a jerk sometimes, but you were determined to have fun and let your hair down tonight, it wasnt everyday your best friend got married after all!

You loved to let loose and were enjoying dancing, your eyes scanned across the clan of dancing bodies, your eyes met with strangers, he had dark eyes, dark and inviting, he was wearing a crisp white shirt and wearing a necklace, the same as the best man's necklace, the same as the others you had noticed so he must of been a friend of the grooms, he smiled at you and you let slip a small smile in return but looked away fast, you knew you had starred for too long already. You decided it was time to go and freshen up so you left your friends to dance. You looked in the mirror, put on some fresh lipgloss, checked your dress, checked your phone and still no text, your boyfriend was obviously having too much fun with his friends, you made your way back to the bar and returned to your drink, you picked it up and downed it in one, you called out for the barman to get you another. "You look like you needed that." You turned around to see the handsome stranger from the dance floor laughing, (i mean, he wasn't completely a stranger, you had heard of him and see him in a few things, but to you personally he was a stranger), " yeah you could say that " you replied smirking.." Well, let me get you another then! I'm Evan. Nice to meet you. " You couldn't help but be sucked in by his smile, " I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you as well." You were interrupted by the barman giving you the drink you had just ordered. " Ah, I guess you really did need it. On to the next already, he laughed, 2 shots, please barman, " Evan called out while shooting you a wink. You felt your heart start to beat faster, your temperature was rising, and you were surprised he had this effect on you. It wasn't something you were used to.

" So you're here for the bride. I take it," Evan broke the silence, yeah shes been my best friend for years. You must be here with the groom?" You moved forward and touched the dangling necklace that was around his neck, " What's the story with these? " You looked up and caught his gaze, you realised you were still holding the necklace. You released your grasp while your cheeks flashed red. Maybe you were feeling the effects of the alcohol already. " We have all been friends since high school, we have all gone about our own lives and had our own things going on, but we always come back together when it's important. We all wore these to simbalize that, I guess, " he clasped the necklace where you had just held in his hand. "Shots for you," said the barman, as he plonked 4 shots onto the bar. I'm in front of you both. "Oh no, I'm glad I don't have far to walk to get to my hotel room, I can just fall into the lift at the end of the night," you laughed, "ill be heading the same way, looks like the lift will be pretty packed tonight" Evan replied, you felt butterflies in your stomach at the thought of your rooms potentially being close together. You knew you shouldn't even be thinking about that or even thinking about him. " Let's do these shots then, shall we," you said, wanting to distract yourself from your own thoughts, you lifted the shot up and smelt it and nearly gagged "what the heck is that?!" You couldn't help but laugh along with Evan, who is currently laughing at the face you had just pulled, "hold you nose while you swallow it, it's meant to take away the taste" he grins and downs his shot with a smirk, he didn't think you could do it, but you would do it just to prove him wrong, you held your nose and downed both one after the other, "like that? Come on, Evan, you're behind, You've still got one left, " you joked. Your throat was burning. It tasted like shit but you hid it well. As he lifted his shot to his mouth, you couldn't help but notice how big his hands were, how well his white shirt fitted him, you knew it wouldn't be a good idea.for you to spend anymore time along with him and thats when you were intruppted.

"Y/N, I thought you had gone back to your room. You've been hiding so long, " your friend, without knowing, had come to your rescue. She grabbed your hands and began to drag you away to the dance floor once more, "it was nice talking to you, Evan. See you around," you shouted. You were secretly disappointed that your time with him had come to an end, but you knew it was for the best. You thought he looked slightly disappointed, too. For the rest of the night, you couldn't help but take mental notes of his where abouts, who he was talking to, where he was dancing, you shared many secret smiles through the groups of people, your eyes kept meeting.

The night was coming to an end. You were slightly dizzy and definitely took too many shots. It was slow dance time, and everyone was finding their partners or looking for someone hot to dance with. You knew this was your time to make an exit, so you walked through the doors, down the hallway, and pressed the button to the elevator. You entered and waited as the doors were about to close, but someone had pressed the button, and the doors began opening again, "going so soon? Is everything OK? It was Evan, you couldn't believe it was him, you were here leaving to avoid the urge to dance with him, you couldn't even look in his eyes but you managed to say " yeah everything's OK, it felt weird to watch everyone slow dance, the nights nearly over anyway", "Ah your boyfriend wouldn't like it if you danced with someone else right?" You were struck by shock. How did he even know you had one? "If you were my girlfriend, I wouldn't have let you come here alone, especially looking as beautiful as you do", you could feel your heart about to beat out of your chest, you didn't expect these words, even if you had secretly hoped for them, " you were who I wanted to dance with" you managed to say, you wasn't sure why you said this outloud, but you did want him to know. " Well, I won't tell if you don't, your secrets safe with me," he said this standing in the doorway to stop the doors closing. He held his hands out for you to take them. You really tried not to, but it was as if your hands had a mind of their own because in no time, they were entwined in Evans. He pulled you out of the elevator, and he spun you around like a princess. You couldn't help but smile. He placed his hands around your waist, you placed your arms around him in return, you couldnt help but laugh at the fact you were both dancing in a hallway, you giggled like school children, dancing around, forgetting you were slightly intoxicated you misstepped and wobbled on your heel, you both fell into eachother against the wall, you both laughed but realised how close together you had become, you feel eachothers hearts beating, your bodys were pressed hard against eachother, you couldnt take it any longer and your lips pressed against his, you felt in ecstasy but you had to pull away, it took everything you had to do so. " I can't do this. This is wrong. I shouldn't," you whispered. You felt Evans' thumb stroke down your cheek while he said, "Nobody has to know, it felt right to me, didn't it feel right to you?" These words made your body weak. He wanted you as much as you wanted him. You couldn't deny your feelings any longer and pressed your lips onto his once more. This time, it was more passionate. You both knew how badly you wanted eachother, you both loved the danger and wrongness but loved the feel of eachothers bodies more, your tounges wrestled tasting eachother, Evan removed one of his hands from your waist and pressed the elevator button, before you knew it you were pressed against the elevator wall with his hand between your legs, you pressed the emergancy stop button, you knew you wouldn't have long until it started moving again.

He hovered his thumb over your clit but made sure to ask "is this okay?" You couldn't speak so just let out a pleasured moan, you felt down to his groin and felt how hard he was over his trousers, you caressed him and searched for his button to undo his trousers, you released him from his boxers, hebwas so hard, you played with him using your hand, his moans only made you go faster, he slipped his fingers inside you, moaning at how wet you wete for him, he felt amazing, you tilted your thighs up to feel his knuckles against your clit as he pleasured you, this was the final straw for him, "let me show you how id treat you if you were MY girlfriend" he lifted up one of your legs so you were exposed more, you guided his cock to were it needed to be and he thrusted in, you both harmonize in moans. He began building up speed, slipping in and out of you with ease. Ever Stoke was one step closer to climax, " I'm going to cum soon Evan" you moaned, "cum for me baby, I'm so close", he spend up but slowed back down and he felt you tighten around his cock, you moaned and felt as if you were in euphoria, you suddenly felt Evan empty himself into you, it felt amazing, you ran your fingers through his hair, he looked to pretty while he is experiencing pleasure, even with sweat glistening from his forhead, he placed a gentle kiss on your lips and you both laughed, suddenly the elevator came back to life and the doors were about to open..

[heartsbreaking]

irl ranting cause im trying to write but i am being bothered

i the year of our lord 2024 i am once again feeling like the least favorite friend again irl

my friends had a party that they were all invited to and i wasn't invited and like i should be okay with this cause i dont drink or smoke and genuinely find parties where people are intoxicated uncomfortable, but it sucks that i wasn't invited and my feelings are hurt. and i dont even get WHY my feelings are hurt cause the friend hosting the party has rescued me from a party before so like if they KNOW i dont like parties i feel like it shouldnt hurt that i wasnt invited.

but my birthday is next monday and halloween is that thursday and i really want to do something but now i dont know if i want to invite my friends to do anything. cause i'm all in my head now cause they didn't invite me to their party, and i feel like i was excluded on purpose. and like they're always doing stuff and dont invite me and they talk about making plans in front of me but dont include me. and when we were walking back from class and they lowered their voices to talk about something IN FRONT OF ME. they've never said anything outright mean and i wasn't insecure AT ALL before but now i am. i feel like ive missed some memo and they all don't like me as much as they like each other and im just intruding.

i was gonna invite em all to see venom with me on my birthday but now i dont want to waste the money and effort on people who are gonna make me feel like shit on my birthday

[veryberryjelly]

Oolong tea…. Matt Murdock…. Romeo and Juliet by Taylor Swift

𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

" We were both young when I first saw you " & " And my daddy said, 'Stay away from Juliet' And I was cryin' on the staircase, Beggin' you, 'Please don't go ' "

this is 100% matt murdock x younger!reader, verging on dbf!matt murdock

you had met matt murdock when you were 17.

he was defending your dad in a hit and run that he hadn't had anything to do with and he had spent a lot of late nights going over the case details with your dad and his associate.

after your dad got off he continued to come around because your dad had made good friends with him.

for the next five years he was at every barbecue, house party & birthday your family threw.

it wasnt until you came back from college and bumped into him in new york that you actually asked him to go to dinner.

since you first saw him you thought he was attractive but you were young and you just put it off as a childhood crush, but the second you saw him outside the confines of your house, and when you were finally a legal adult, you knew it wasn't a childish crush.

that dinner turned into two, and then three.

the sixth time you went on a date you went to his place and he offered to cook, the night was cast by a vicious storm and he suggested you stay the night.

who were you to say no.

that night was seven months ago.

and in those seven months you had moved into matt's apartment and had subsequently spent every night there.

you were perfectly content in your relationship, not caring one bit that matt was a bit older than you.

but when your sister let it slip to your parents that you had a new boyfriend, they insisted on you bringing him home for dinner so they could meet him.

the idea of it dropped rocks into your stomach.

you knew your parents wouldn't approve of you dating matt, but it seemed you had no way out getting out of it.

the drive up was filled with white knuckles on the steering wheel and matt's hand secured on your thigh in hopes of calming you down a bit.

before you got out of the car you turned to matt, taking his hand into yours and rubbing your thumb over his knuckles to soothe yourself.

" it's going to be fine. no matter what they say, just know that i love you, okay? nothing can change that "

his words seemed to quash some of the nerves in your body but there was never going to be a time tonight that you weren't nervous.

you held onto matt's hand as you stood on your parents front step.

a smile instinctively plastered on your face when your parents appeared infront of the two of you.

before you could explain anything, your dad spoke up.

" matt! hey man, haven't seen you in almost a year...we'd invite you in for dinner but y/n's brought her boyfriend over for the first time "

you were sure your parents could hear your gulp.

" actually dad, matt is my boyfriend..."

there was no way matt could feel his fingers with how hard you were clutching onto his hand.

there was no way to tell how your parents would react, but you didnt expect them to laugh.

your brows furrowed as you looked over at matt, the same confused expression settled on his gorgeous features.

" good one, sweetie.. but seriously, where's this man of yours ?"

oh.

they thought you were joking.

" this isn't a joke, dad... matt is my boyfriend... we've been together for nearly 8 months.."

their expressions dropped very quickly.

the silence between the four of you was palpable.

you let out a shaky breath waiting for your parents to break the deafening silence.

you waited a lot longer than you anticipated.

you feared you'd gone deaf until your mum decided to break the silence.

" sweetheart, he's 15 years older than you, what are you thinking ?" her voice was laced with a venom you didnt think your mother had.

you expected this to happen, you just thought your parents would have taken you aside to ream you out about the age difference instead of doing it infront of matt.

" and you, " your dad started, talking directly to matt " i thought we were mates and you go and fuck my daughter?! "

" stop. this is not matt's fault. we are both in this as much as the other. and i dont care if you dont approve or that he's a bit older than me. i love him, and he is the first guy ive ever met that has treated me with respect and care. i thought you might be able to see past the age difference and see that we care about eachother, but apparently not... and i am not about to stand here and let you judge the only good relationship i've ever had. "

you tugged slightly on matt's hand signalling him to turn so they could go. you knew about his abilities but you would prefer if your parents didnt start judging him even more.

you only let go of his hand when you climbed into the drivers side and drove away from your parents house without taking another glance at them.

it wasnt until you were held at a red light that you felt your eyes starting to burn.

you couldnt stop yourself from sniffling, trying to hide the fact that you were so upset, even though matt could definitely taste the salty tears in your eyes.

" hey, pull over " he suggested, his hand coming to rest on your thigh.

you did as he suggested, pulling onto the side of the road and turned off the car, sighing softly and resting your head down on the steering wheel trying to collect yourself.

matt's hand moved from you thigh to your back.

that seemed to open the floodgates.

" i knew they wouldn't like us being together but i never thought they'd be so cruel about it "

matt coaxed you out of the little shell you had curled yourself in and you turned your body to face him, noticing he had taken his glasses off.

you always felt a lot more connected to him when you could see eye to eye.

" it doesn't matter what they think. i still love you, and nothing is going to change that. if they dont approve then its their loss. they dont get to see you as happy as i get to see you every day "

a soft smile settled on your lips and you leant over to press a kiss onto his lips.

" i love you too "

[hearts4werka]

okay so this is basically how me and my best friend stopped being friends but lmk like whos side your on , this is also very long and there's definitely gonna be a lot of spelling mistakes .

okay SO me and this other girl got into a fight because she was taking shit right , the girl i fought does volleyball , KEEP THIS IN MIND ITS IMPORTANT . so me my best friend this other girl and the girl i fought are all jn the same gym class . so after the fight me and my bsf would walk aroujf the gym and listen to music instead of like actually dojnf a sport , but one day she told me she was gonna do VOLLEYBALL that day . i didnt really think anythjng of it because she still talked to the girl i fought and said it was because she would left my bsf use her sol de janeiro , lip gloss , and would give her answers . my bsf had also said a like a month before the fight that she was gonna try and do volleyball . so that day i was just talking to my other friends in thwt class . but get this , SHE WASNT EVEN DOJNF VOLLEYBALL ! SHE WAS JUST TALKING TO THE GIRL I FOUGHT AND THE OTHR GIRL IN THAT GYM . who we had talked shit about !😊 oh but theres more . she literally ignored me all the time in school , but would still talk to me at cheer . after like three days of talking to me at cheer she literally acted like i didn't exist . like i would be talking to my friends and she would come up and completely ignore my presence . now no one in my new friend group likes her and she literally invited them to her birthday party , IT WAS SO EMBARRASSING I WAS DYING LAUGHING . anyways thats what happened , love ya 🤗

Damn that was long 😭

This is kinda embarrassing on her behalf bc she lied she would do volleyball and then just went to talk to those girls and the girl who talked shit then didn’t even do the sport. The last part was hilarious like they don’t like her and she invited them to a bday party it’s embarrassing. I’m not being biased rn but I’m surely on your side on this

Idk if this was recent or not but recently I lost a friend for a stupid reason and the girl acted so childish I laugh whenever I go back to the situation. If you wanna hear it I can pm you or tell the story in your inbox if you want

Luv ya and hope you’re doing well! 💋

[tea-and-secrets]

One year on my birthday, I think I was turning 15? I'm not sure, my "best friend" called me on my house phone during my birthday party to start crying and telling me what a bitch I was, and she had HER friends call and leave voicemails doing the same.

"But wait, if she was your best friend, why wasn't she at the party? No wonder she thought you were a bitch!" I hear the imaginary audience ask. Well you see made up people reading this, a couple of months before, there was a falling out.

See, this friend of mine was very... flaky. This was before the time of cellphones being so commonplace really, I think I'd only gotten mine a year or two before, and it was an early stages touchscreen with limited texts, and no internet. Anyway- Any time I would plan a hangout with this friend, she would consistent be anywhere from a half hour to two hours late with no notice, because if she wasnt home, she had no way to tell me. Granted this was likely in part due to her mom, considering we weren't quite old enough to drive yet- but it was starting to really upset me. I believe it even happened a time or two when I was invited to her place, and there was no one home when I got there.

So at one point, I sent her a really longwinded message over quotev (our primary communication method) asking what was going on. If she was ok, why she was so late all the time. I THOUGHT this came off as her concerned friend checking in. Seemingly not the case, she backed out of our sleepover that weekend last minute, and then barely spoke to me

Until the above-mentioned phone call. I had known this girl since we were 5, we hung out constantly. And then boom, all of a sudden I was a bitch and the worst person, and how could I talk to her like that. Yeah.... I cried in front of all my other friends.

Kind of a blessing in disguise though, the girl got pregnant like less than a year after that so... kind of sounds like I may have dodged a bullet, we hung out in VERY different circles.

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