come back home
Things will never be
the way they were before
I guess you can’t count on anything

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          “The pills aren’t mine. They aren’t for me.” Her voice was
          stern and loud as her eyes stayed locked onto the small
          baggie of pills that the other was holding that most likely
          that fell put of her pocket. Taking a deep breath she
          lowered her voice to a much softer level. “But I need
          them back.. Please..”

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          Knocking on the door a few times, she tucked her hands back
          into the pockets of her jacket. She could feel a vibrant stinging
          pain throbbing in her lesser lip. Lifting her hand to touch the 
          area, it easily ached more in pain. She wiped the blood from 
          her lip that was now on her fingers off on her pants before the
          other girl opened the door. Where was she even supposed to 
          begin? Showing up at your ex girlfriends door at one in the 
          morning isn’t always the greatest idea. “I really need some 
          money.” That most definitely wasn’t the best way to start the 
          conversation. “Something went down with my mom and I’ll pay
          you back as soon as possible, I just need enough for a bus 
          ticket.” She explained, Hoping the other girl wouldn’t pay too 
          much attention to her lip, or even notice it at all for that matter. 

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          “I don’t — I don’t think I wanna meet your mom
          yet, Babe. She isn’t gonna like me.. I know it.
          My own mom doesn’t even like me.”

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yversacey:

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"Are you just gonna walk away? We need to talk about this!" Lauren swallowed hard, "If you say it didn’t happen.. I believe you.."

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          Sighing loudly, she crossed her arms over her chest
          and glared at the other. “Are you sure about that?
          Because you didn’t seem too sure a few seconds
          ago.”
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yversacey:

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"But why would she lie about seeing you two? I don’t know what to think at this moment, you can’t blame me for that."

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          “I don’t know? Why don’t you go figure it out
          and then come back here once you realize
          it’s all bullshit?”
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          “Are you finished yet? Because if so I’ve got
          better things to do than to sit and waste my
          time  listening to you accusing me cheating.”

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