It was nearing midnight when you and Megan snuck out to the 7-Eleven near the dorms. Both of you were in hoodies, slippers, and absolutely no makeup — classic “we're off-duty idols” mode. The mission? Grab snacks.

The catch? You were both on a strict $10 budget, because your staff told you to stop “accidentally” spending $40 on candy every time you went out.

“This is so real-life of us,” Megan muttered as she picked up a bag of Hot Cheetos ($2.19) and looked at you. “Do we eat or do we live lavishly?”

You rolled your eyes. “We’re broke girls in a rich girl group. We do math.”

You pulled out your phone calculator as Megan picked up a can of Arizona Green Tea ($0.99). “Okay, so that’s $3.18 so far.”

“We’re THRIVING,” she said, placing it gently in the basket like it was a newborn.

Then she grabbed a Reese’s ($1.49) and you added it. “$4.67,” you said. Megan grabbed a second Reese’s and whispered, “Add drama.”

“Girl—”

You were halfway down the chip aisle, both crouched in front of the instant ramen section, when Megan suddenly blurted out, “Wait, 4.67 plus 2.39 is 6.92, right?”

You stared at her. “It’s literally 7.06.”

“I don’t trust you. Do it again.”

You sighed, “Megan, you are so bad at math.”

“Listen, I got scouted for dancing, not decimals.”