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"Nevaeh, why didn't you answer me yesterday? I was calling your phone and you weren't answering, I thought something happened." My mom asked as soon as she walked in, noticing me on the couch. 

"If by something you mean your boyfriend, then nothing happened. Well other than the fact that he went into your money box, took 2 hundred dollars then went out."

"Yeah but why didn't you answer?" She asks exasperatedly. 'The fact that she just ignored everything I just said.'

"I was watching a movie and I forgot my phone upstairs but I didn't want to go upstairs and I wasn't wearing socks." I complain.

She fixes me with her 'Are you shitting me face'.

"And you couldn't just go upstairs?" 

"The floor was cold.." I whine. "I told you we should've paid for a heater."

"You're really childish you know that?" She laughs heading into the kitchen.

"Yeah I do." I respond, turning back to face the TV. "Mom can you please give me my shoes?"

She sighs but walks to the front door to grab my shoes off the shoe rack. "Here you go Mrs. princess." she drops my shoes in front of me on the floor.

I grin and hurry to put my feet into the fluffy shoes. I hurry upstairs and grab my phone off its charger before running downstairs and sitting down on the couch, quickly covering myself. I turn around to grab the remote only to notice it's not beside but at the kitchen counter. I groan not wanting to get up. 

"Mother Dear," I start using the sweetest voice I have. "Could you please give me the t.v. remote on the counter?"

She peeks out from a drawer to look at me to see if I'm serious. "Are you seriously asking me to give you the remote that YOU can come grab?"

"Yes?"I turn around to face her. "Please Mom?"

"No. Come and grab it yourself you lazy bum." She turns back to continue doing whatever it is she was doing earlier.

I groan but still get up, wrapping the blanket tight around me, I shuffle to the kitchen counter and back.

"You're so mean Mom."

"I love you too sweetie." She walks over and sets a bowl of snacks and fruits on the table.

I grab a few green grapes and pop them into my mouth. I turn on my phone and notice the six missed calls from Mom. I noticed I was added into a random group chat. I click onto the notification and read through the messages.

Best Motherfuckers Alive

Unknown1: Who wants to hang out tmrw? Me and Steve are free. 

Read 11:37

Unknown2: I can but let me go tell my mom rq 

Read 11:37

Unknown3: Imagine having to tell your mom 

Read 11:38

Unknown4: Imagine still having a mom around 

Read 11:39

Unknown2: ... 

Read 11:39

Unknown5: ... 

Read 11:39

Unknown3: ... 

Read 11:39

Unknown4: You guys I was kidding chill (โ•ฅ๏นโ•ฅ) 

Read 11:40

Unknown5: That wasn't funny Munson 

Read 11:40

Unknown1: Speak for yourself, I think it was hilarious 

Read 11:41

Unknown5: Of course you do, you have a broken sense of humor 

Read 11:41

Unknown1: Excuse you, my sense of humor is perfectly fine but ofc you'd never understand 

Read 11:43

Unknown4: Anyways, Robin what time?

Read 11:43

Unknown1: I think 3pm is good 

Read 11:45

Unknown2: Alright see you guys at 3pm 

Read 11:45

Unknown5: Bye Gn 

Read 11:46

Unknown3: Gn 

Read 11:48

Unknown4: Goodnight 

Read 11:48

Changed Unknown1 to ส€แดส™ษชษด ส™แด€แด‡ โ™ฅ

Changed Unknown2 to ๏ผค๏ฝ•๏ฝ“๏ฝ”๏ฝ™ ๏ฝ‚๏ฝ•๏ฝŽ

Changed Unknown3 to ๐™ผ๐š’๐š”๐šŽ๐šข๐š†๐š’๐š”๐šŽ๐šข

Changed Unknown4 to Future Husbandโ™ฅ

Changed Unknown5 to ๐”ป๐•’๐•• ๐•Š๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ง๐•–

"Mom, can I go out with my friends at 3?"

"If it means I get a few hours to myself, sure when will you be back?"

"I don't know, maybe 9?"

"alright better go get ready then, it's already 2:34" She shrugged dropping herself on the couch.

I jump up in excitement and run upstairs. "THANK YOU MOM!"

I go back and forth inside my closet multiple times before deciding on a dress.

I shower first before grabbing my phone and texting the group chat.

๐™ฟ๐š›๐š’๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ ๐™ฝ๐šŽ๐šŸ โœฟ: Where are we going?

๐”ป๐•’๐•• ๐•Š๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ง๐•–: The arcade, Eddie will come and pick you up.

๏ผค๏ฝ•๏ฝ“๏ฝ”๏ฝ™ ๏ฝ‚๏ฝ•๏ฝŽ: Can he pick up me and Mike on the way?

๐”ป๐•’๐•• ๐•Š๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ง๐•–: Idk ask him.

๏ผค๏ฝ•๏ฝ“๏ฝ”๏ฝ™ ๏ฝ‚๏ฝ•๏ฝŽ: What if he says no?

๐”ป๐•’๐•• ๐•Š๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ง๐•–: Then you walk? Idk not my problem

๏ผค๏ฝ•๏ฝ“๏ฝ”๏ฝ™ ๏ฝ‚๏ฝ•๏ฝŽ: Nevaeh can you please convince Eddie?

๐™ฟ๐š›๐š’๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ ๐™ฝ๐šŽ๐šŸ โœฟ:Why do I have to do it? 

Future Husband โ™ฅ: Convince me to do what?

๐™ฟ๐š›๐š’๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ ๐™ฝ๐šŽ๐šŸ โœฟ: Can you please take Me,  Dustin, and Mike to the arcade?

Future Husband โ™ฅ: Sure, what time should I be there? 

๐™ฟ๐š›๐š’๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ ๐™ฝ๐šŽ๐šŸ โœฟ: You can start coming now, I'm already dressed.

Future Husband โ™ฅ: Alright, I'm omw.

I quickly run to the bathroom and throw on the dress before making my way over to my vanity. I do a no makeup make up look and spray some perfume on. I grab my ankle boots and purse then proceed to rush downstairs. 

Just as I reach the last step, I hear a knock on the door.

"Hey Mom, I'm heading out, see you later." I quickly pop my head into the living room and catch her eye before running as fast as I can to the door. I swing the door open out of breath to find Eddie at the door.

"Hey Eds." I pant trying to catch my breath.

"If you weren't ready, you could have just told me." He chuckles though there is worry evident in his eyes.

"What are you talking about? I was just sitting on the couch watching TV." I say avoiding his gaze.

"And yet you couldn't put on your shoes." 

"Let's just go." I make my way to go past him when his hand shoots out.

'Wha-?"

"Your shoes?" His eyebrow is raised like I should have known this. 

"Right shoes." I look around for a place to sit to put on my shoes.

"I can carry you to the car."

"I don't know Eds."

"You can put them on in the van." Before I have a chance to argue further, he picks me up effortlessly bridal style and proceeds to carry me to his van.

"Eddie!" I wrap my arms around his neck to keep myself. "You can't just pick me up without a warning."

"My bad." He glances down before looking back up again. "You look nice."

"And you look the same." I respond taking in his everyday outfit. 

"Are you disappointed I didn't dress up?"

"No, not really."

"Why did you park so far down the road?"

Instead of answering he just shrugs. Since I don't have anything else to say, I just stay quiet but I can feel him glancing down at me every so often. I look up at him to tease him about but as soon as I look up, our eyes meet and the words die down in my throat. I feel like I've been hit with a 40 ton truck.

'Holy shit, why does he look so pretty?'

He glances down at my lips before clearing his throat and facing forward. 

"Here we are. Your Golden Chariot." He opens the door for me and sets his hand on the small of my back.

โ™กโ™กโ™ก

In the car ride, I sent Billy a message letting him know about the arcade hangout. Hopefully the others won't mind that I invited Billy. By the time we arrive with Dustin and Mike in tow, everyone is already there and Billy is just pulling up. At the sight of Billy, Eddie immediately stiffens. I glance back at him and he's stiff, his jaw hardened, his hands balled into fists at his side and he's glaring daggers at Billy.

'Well shit.'



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