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❝ BITCH, guess what I just bought. ❞ Emery pulled a plastic container out of her Spencer’s bag, waving it back and forth before realizing what it was. She threw the cheap, vibrating wand back into the bag, replacing it with the Ouija board she had originally wanted to showcase.  ❝ Ignore the other thing, it’s for a friend. ❞ She punctuated the statement with a cheesy smile, hopping onto the couch with the board in her lap. ( @islcs )

EMERY’S head was chilling against the rim of a toilet bowl, the music thrumming inside the club vibrating beneath her knees in the most uncomfortable way possible. Tears filled her eyes at this point because of how much alcohol she had just regurgitated into the toilet. With tears shining in her eyes, she glanced up toward Vienna and extended her hand toward her.  ❝ Please hold my hair back. I’m not getting dick with vomit in my hair. ❞

FEAR dripped down Emery’s spine, a thick IV filled with nuanced guilt feeding her veins. Her eyes were glued on the familiar form that stood on the other side of the room, his features reminding her of her own as they scrunched up and relaxed. Of course he looks like you, Emery thought, it’s not like he’s your brother or anything. She cast her gaze downward, trying not to catch his attention. ( @noahjvcobs )

STAINED, hand-me-down trousers passed Emery’s peripheral vision and she scrunched up her nose in disdain.  ❝ I wouldn’t be surprised if those pants survived the titanic. ❞ She nudged Brynn’s arm with her own, pointing to the tall glass of untapped fashion potential.  ❝ I’d still bang him, though. ❞ ( @hclloways )

❝ SOMETIMES, ❞ Emery popped another Gusher™ into her mouth before, surprisingly, offering the bag to Kingston.  ❝ I feel like I’m Megan, and you’re both of my boobs, combined. ❞ Drake & Josh aired from the TV in the other room, but Emery could still see it from the kitchen counter. Her legs swung from the edge of the counter, and she was hoping that Kingston would say he’s hungry so that she could coerce him into getting sushi. ( @kingstcns )

❝ ONE, don’t pick up the phone, you know he’s only calling ‘cause he’s drunk and alone, ❞ Emery mouthed the lyrics into her metal round brush, her russet locks windswept from the excessive amount of dancing she had been doing around her room. She brushed her hair back with her fingers, using the brush to tame it back into a ponytail, head still swinging in time with the music. Once she wrapped the band around the base of her ponytail, Emery extended her arm toward Caroline, hopping onto her bed to bring the head of her brush to Caroline’s face.  ❝ Sing for me, my angel of music. ❞  ( @trujillcs )

Monsoon —  Elliott

and that’s what you missed on — Z!