"Dudeeeeee... I'v been working 30 plus hours for the last few weeks...and I finally have a day off tomorrow and zero plans" The obviously troubled dirty blonde whined from her side of the on-going video chat, her fellow friend listening on the opposing side in a separate box that took up most of the screen.
"Well Autumn...wanna come over to binge watch the 11th season of Supernatural that just came out on Netflix?" The young teen asked her close friend of six years, showing a small smirk since she knew she'd agree yet still was eager for her reaction.
"Hell fuckin' yeah I do! Though i'm bringing the snacks since your grandmother is already picky enough with us having 'organic' products." She stated in a definite tone as she peered back at her friend on her iPhone screen, the two currently face timing each other after a certain blonde kept calling until she got an answer.
"Yeah I know she can get annoying...but I'm losing weight and have been feeling way healthier since I'v been living off the stuff...plus come on, the food isn't bad." The girl on the other side of the screen argued back as she attempted to defend the food she actually quite enjoyed.
"Red~ I'm bringing nacho cheese Doritos." [Red's face stilled at the mention of her favorite, yet GMO induced chips. Scoffing softly with a slight roll of her eyes before uttering a small 'fine whatever.' "That's what I thought. I'll ride my bike there in 15 and shower at your place since we will probably be pulling an all-nighter anyways." [She blew a small kiss to her iPhone screen as a small loving 'goodbye' to her friend. After an exchange of 'I love you's' and Autumn quickly adding in when she was coming again, just in case Red had forgotten despite it only have been about 30 seconds since the first mention of her departure, they ended face time and prepared for one another.
"Fuck... your garage pin thingie won't let me enter anymore attempts..." [The older teen muttered into her iPhone to inform her friend of her arrival and her failed attempt at remembering the garage pin yet being too stubborn to actually message the person who resides within the home it's attached to.
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Short StoryI wrote this and I don't know why. I forgot my idea I guess
