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MHA #4; Saturday Morning [08/03].
Aug. 3rd, 2024 05:01 amThe worst part about sleeping was eventually having to get up. And Summer, of course, had really wanted to sleep in. Being as popular as she was and everything, she'd had a wild night of partying yesterday, and she was probably going to have a pretty solid social life for the rest of the weekend. It was hard being so popular sometimes! But there was at least one good thing about waking up, and as she reluctantly felt herself slipping out of sleep, she wriggled a little with a pleased smile and went to turn over to reach over and touch--
Summer stopped. Her hand patted at the shape of the person in the bed next to her, as if to confirm that her eyes weren't just playing a trick on her, and then she was just confused.
"Wait," she said, wrinkling her nose a little. "You're not my girlfriend..."
That party last night must have been insaaaaaaane.
Summer was immediately turning back over to reach for the phone charging on the bedside table.
"Wait, this isn't even my phone."
She was, as it so happened, fully dressed, weirdly enough, and sat up while checking her back pocket and breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank god," she said, and immediately started texting Christina to ask what happened last night and where was she and she didn't know where she was, she was just with some random guy with a mask? Yeah, right? Like totally weird. Do you think one of those other version of herself was somehow involved? Yeah, no, probably, ugh, why were other versions of her just the absolute worse??
[[ and also open! Especially for the shamelessly modded person with her ]]
Summer stopped. Her hand patted at the shape of the person in the bed next to her, as if to confirm that her eyes weren't just playing a trick on her, and then she was just confused.
"Wait," she said, wrinkling her nose a little. "You're not my girlfriend..."
That party last night must have been insaaaaaaane.
Summer was immediately turning back over to reach for the phone charging on the bedside table.
"Wait, this isn't even my phone."
She was, as it so happened, fully dressed, weirdly enough, and sat up while checking her back pocket and breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank god," she said, and immediately started texting Christina to ask what happened last night and where was she and she didn't know where she was, she was just with some random guy with a mask? Yeah, right? Like totally weird. Do you think one of those other version of herself was somehow involved? Yeah, no, probably, ugh, why were other versions of her just the absolute worse??
[[ and also open! Especially for the shamelessly modded person with her ]]
