"Can you believe what happened earlier?" Zai asked you after Graduation was over. You were backstage and getting ready to head home to get ready for the party.
"No." You said, knowing that she was referring to the fact that Mark surprised you like that. "I can't."
"That was so cute!" She said. "He's a keeper."
You laughed and said, "I know he is."
"Are you going to the party?"
"You better believe that I'm going. I wouldn't miss it for the world."
"You're not going to skip to run off with Prince Charming? Everybody would understand..."
"First of all, he's not a prince."
"He's a YouTuber. I would think that that would be equal to dating a prince."
"Well, he's coming to the party."
"Really?" Zai asked, looking as though she was about to faint. "He is? Brooke is gonna flip out when she sees that he's going to be there at her house."
"Is her house even going to fit everyone that's going?" You asked.
"Let me tell you a little something about Brooke." Zai said, putting your hands on your shoulders. "Her parents are rich. The girl gets whatever she wants."
"So, she's a rich white girl?" You asked.
"Did I even say that she was white?"
"No. But is she?"
"Maybe."
"Then she is."
"Fine. She is."
"Oh God." You groaned. "Does this mean that she's a little popular bitch?"
"She might be." Zai said. "I don't really know what she's like."
"If she has a dog in her purse, I'm going to flip the fuck out." You said. "And I mean that quite literally. You don't want to see me when I'm pissed off."
"I bet I don't." Zai said. "Well, see you tonight."

Before you started driving, you went into the group chat that you had with Mark, Bob, and Wade and sent them a text message.
"Party at seven at Brooke's house." You followed the text with her address.
"I'll bring the beer." Bob's response came a few moments later.
"I don't think that we'll need any." You responded back.
"And it's legal. They're all over twenty-one right?" Bob asked in his next text.
"Yes. As far as I know."
"Everyone is going to scream when they see Mark and (Y/N)." Wade said. "I might scream too."
"Shut up Wade." Mark texted.
"Yeah. Shut up." You texted back, smiling.
"Keep talking Wade." Bob texted.
"Damn it Bob. Do I need to tell you to shut up too?" Mark texted.
""Shut up Bob" doesn't have the same ring to it as "Shut up Wade" though." You complained.
"She's right." Mark texted.
"Well, I gotta drive home now so I'll see and talk to you guys later."
"Bye (Y/N)." Bob texted.
"Bye (Y/N). I love you." Mark texted.
"I love you more (Y/N)." Wade texted.
"Shut up Wade!" Mark texted back in all caps.
"Have fun you two." You texted right before you shut your phone off and put it in your pocket. As you started the engine, you felt your phone vibrating in your pocket.
"That's probably Mark and Wade bickering." You thought as you began to drive home (The home that you live in now belonged to your adopted parents. You planned to get a job and start saving up for an apartment.). Then, a few moments later, you said, "Shit. What the hell am I going to even wear to the party?"

You pulled into the driveway and entered the house. Your parents weren't home at the moment so you sat down on the couch. You took your phone out of your pocket and saw that there were a bunch of texts from Mark, Bob, and Wade equally.
"Hey."
"Hey Mark."
"Mark."
"I gotta tell you something buddy."
"Ugh, what is it Wade?"
"So, what if (Y/N) got pregnant and she ended having a girl and naming her Molly?"
"Dude, what the hell? You're only using that name because that's the name of the girl you love." That text was from Bob.
"Don't assume things Bob. Besides, I love the name Molly." That was from Mark.
"Yes! Mark's on my side!"
"Let's not talk about this anymore. (Y/N)'s gonna flip shit when she sees what we've been talking about."
"I'm back. And I'm flipping shit." You texted back.
"Shit."
"Fuck."
"Damn."
The three texts came seconds from each other.
"Uh, we weren't just talking about you getting pregnant." Wade texted.
"Wade, I'm not stupid." You texted.
"Give it up Wade." Bob texted. "It's obvious that you want to be known as Uncle Wade."
"Hey, that sounds fucking awesome! And Molly will be adorable and cute as fuck too."
"I never said that we were naming the kid Molly." Mark texted.
"Molly is a nice name..." You texted.
"Even (Y/N) is on my side. You even said yourself that you liked the name." Wade texted.
"Shut up Wade." Mark texted.
You rolled your eyes and switched over to a chat where it was just you and Mark and no one else.
"Hey, what should I wear to the party tonight?" You texted him before switching back to the group chat.
"I refuse to shut up." That was Wade's response to Mark's previous text.
"You seriously do need to shut up." Bob texted. "Even I'm getting tired of your shit."
Your phone vibrated with a message from Mark. You went back on his chat and saw his message.
"I definitely think you should wear a purple dress."
"Why purple?"
"Because I want to see how you look in a purple dress." That was followed by a winky face.
"Okay. Purple dress it is then. You're lucky that I actually have one."
"I'm lucky anyway. Because I have you."
"Damn it. Don't get sappy on me."
"Fine."
"I'm gonna go get ready. Keep Bob and Wade under control."
"No promises."
You switched back to the group chat and saw a few messages from Bob and Wade.
"No one gets tired of my shit." Wade texted to Bob. "In fact, my shit is the greatest."
"I am literally facepalming." Bob replied. That was followed by a picture of Bob facepalming.
"Majestic." Wade texted. "Just glorious."
"Where the hell did Mark and (Y/N) go?"
"They went off to create little Molly."
"I'm going to slap you when I see you tonight at the party."
"You know you love it Mark. Molly Fischbach."
"Shut up Wade." Mark texted. That was the last text you saw before turning your phone off and going up to your room in order to get ready for the party.