Myths

"I SHOULD BE OVER ALL THE BUTTERFLIES!" Lively screamed as we danced like crazy people all over the living room.
"I'M INTO, YOU! I'M INTO, YOU!" I yelled, high pitched and off key.
So, I'm not a good singer. Hashtag don't give a fuck.

"Keep it down!" Max chuckled as he came to check on us.
"Don't rain on our parade!" I complained and he rolled his eyes, being my protective older brother again.
"Leave so we can dance," I waved him off and he checked his phone and left, grumbling.

"AND BABY EVEN ON OUR WORST NIGHTS!" Lively continued yelling and I sit down, flipping open my book.

"You took out the book, it means you're bored," She complained.

"Yep," I reply nonchantly.

I flipped to my bookmared "The Spirits of the Boy Band" page.
"Ooh.. bye." Lively grabbed her purse and I waved as she went outside.

"Let's continue reading," I clicked my tongue as I go upstairs and sit on my bed, crossing my legs so I can read.

1. I'm bored.
2. Nothing to do.
3. The finished the story.

So.. me being an idiot with no sense of humor.. I'm gonna try the spirits thing.
Like I'll even summon a boyband. If I do, I'm getting Harry Styles to make me pancakes, I heard his are really good.

The chant is unreadable, but I manage to say it in a spooky tone and it's pretty much okay.
"Sleepy time!" Max yelled as he ran into my room, jumping on my bed.

"THE HELL, MAX!?" He's 30 and acts like a fucking 2 year old.

"I'm hyper," He moans as he gets up and leaves.
Well, that's Max to ya.

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