chapter seven,
the day your record dropped

    As Nailea finally awoke from her sleep, the memories from last night began to finally come back to her the more she sat up.

She could recall how awkward but cute the whole situation with Nicholas was.

"Oh god." She sighed before falling back into her bed.

"Knock, knock." Mercy said before opening Naieka's bedroom door without any hesitation.

"Hey! I could've been naked!" Nailea exclaimed.

Mercy scoffed, "Well lucky me."

Nailea sat up in bed, her hair a mess and a grumpy look on her face. "What do you want, Mercy?" she grumbled.

Mercy chuckled, clearly amused by her friend's morning attitude. "Good morning to you too, sunshine," she said, walking over to the bed and sitting down next to Nailea.

"Ugh," Nailea groaned, burying her face in her hands. "I already know you're here to bug me about something." Mercy feigned innocence, putting a hand on her chest. "Who, me? Bug you? Never."

Nailea shot her a skeptical look. "Right. So what do you want?"

"Well, I may have heard about a certain encounter you had with a handsome co-star last night..."

Nailea's face turned bright red. "You heard about that?" she asked, a mix of embarrassment and irritation in her voice.

Mercy nodded, her grin growing wider. "Of course I heard about it. The whole internet knows about it by now."

"Great. Just great."

Mercy chuckled, patting her friend on the back. "Hey, don't worry about it. It's not a big deal. In fact, people seem to be shipping you two already."

"Wait how do you get into my apartment?"

Mercy shrugged, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I have my ways."

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Later that day, Nailea found herself stuck on her couch with her notebook. She had been writing a few lyrics down.

Which was weird because she hadn't picked up that notebook in a long time. But, it felt all too well to have the notebook open with writing written down.

"Packin' all my things for the summer / Lyin' on my bed, it's a bummer, 'cause I / Didn't call when I got your number / But I liked you a lot."

Nailea looked down at the lyrics she had written, feeling a mix of nostalgia and excitement. It had been so long since she had written anything, and it felt great to have a pen in her hand and words flowing from her heart.

"Slippin' on my dress in soft filters / Everybody said you're a killer, but I / Couldn't stop the way I was feelin' / The day your record dropped."

She smiled as she continued writing, the words coming to her easily now.

"The day I saw your white Mustang / Your white Mustang / The day I saw your white Mustang / Your white Mustang."

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