“this is so dumb.” abby grumbled, toying with the edge of her dress, annoyed at the way it kept fucking riding up.

“why do we even have to go to this dumbass dance anyway?” she groans, plopping down onto your bed, even tho no amount of moaning and groaning can hide the excitement in her eyes.

she pulled you onto the bed with her, her hands interlacing with yours.

“why can’t we just stay here and just, i don’t know— wait until the after party?”she whined.

abby might not like school dances, but she loved weed, after parties and she loved you.