Dinah: Hey bitches!
Ally: Hey D!
Normani: Sup. hoe?
Camila: What do you want, Dinah?
Dinah: Woah. What crawled up your ass and died, Mila?
Camila: lots and lots of... tequila.
Lauren: So that's where Shawn took you? You friggin' went clubbing!?
Camila: Shh, not so loud.
Lauren: This is a text conversation, idiot.
Normani: Sounds like someone's having a little bit of a hangover.
Ally: I didn't know Shawn was such a party guy.
Camila: Oh, he's not.
Dinah: What do you mean? Y'all went clubbin'.
Camila: Yeah, we did, but...
Normani: But, what?
Camila: Shawn literally just talked to some guy he ran into from highschool. Like, he got us a drink, we sat down, and this guy came over. They started talkin' and I started drinkin'.
Ally: So Shawn had like 2 drinks and you had...?
Camila: 11 shots of tequila.
Dinah: Damn, Mila.
Lauren: Holy shit.
Normani: You're a small human. How are you even still alive?
Camila: Oh, trust me. I'm dead on the inside.
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Fifth Harmony TextsFanfiction
Inside their phones, are text messages... that are mostly hella weird and screwed up, but hey, that's comedy. p.s I'll try to post a chapter as often as I can.