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𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐘𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎 was that although she kept her circle pretty small and always hung around the same people, she loved to reconnect with old friends.
londyn weaved through the crowds of people stuffed into dd's now furniture free living room in search of her friends. it was notti's 15th birthday and he'd decided to throw a massive house party full of alcohol, weed, music, and tons of people.
on one side, there was a large group passing around multiple blunts. in the middle, there was a group of girls twerking on each other to the song freak hoe by speaker knockers. on the other side, there were boys pointing and whispering about who would dance with which girl. and even outside of those large groups, there were bodies everywhere.
the first one of londyn's friends that she spotted was darrian. he was standing by the kitchen island, slowly sipping out of a red solo cup. even though it was dark, she could see that he was mugging everyone in the room.
even at a party this nigga still manages to have an attitude, londyn thought to herself as she began to walk that way.
she had almost made it past the group of girls in the center of the room when a slender, dark skinned hand with shiny pink acrylics wrapped itself around her wrist and bent her over.
