ONE FREE BOOZE

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This is not Rue Bennett's story. Sure, she may have almost died and spent the summer in rehab, but this was Fawn Dominguez's time to shine. Sure, she was a little self-involved, but when you get down to it, she's a victim. You don't even have to dig that deep. She spent the summer in therapy where she met her new best friend who tried to kill herself (as most kids do at shitty mental health facilities in the middle of nowhere where they mainly just want you to kill yourself so they don't have to worry about you wanting to kill yourself anymore). Fawn didn't want to kill herself, though, she just wanted to forget. Apparently, wanting that was a bad thing. Girls were supposed to learn from their trauma, but what the fuck was Fawn supposed to learn from this? That good girls get violated and bad boys go to Notre Dame on a full-ride? Yeah, that was a lesson she would have skipped if she could.

At least she got Sylvia out of it, though.

"Doesn't Maddy have a boyfriend?" Sylvia asked, falling onto Fawn's bed as she was glued to her phone texting the aforementioned girl.

"They're on a break and she's having a crisis so I feel like I'm definitely gonna get some pussy at McKay's party tonight," Fawn spoke casually, her eyes not lifting from the screen as Maddy texted her.

Sylvia laughed, wrapping her arms around Fawn's waist and leaning her head on her shoulder so she could read the screen, "Yeah, but like, Nate's gonna be there. You really wanna piss of Nate? He'll beat you up."

"He can try his fucking best," the red-haired girl scoffed, "He's literally such a pussy."

"A pussy that's 6'5" and a football player," Sylvia argued, but there was hardly an ounce of seriousness behind her voice, "but for real, be careful who you're fucking with. Straight girls with on and off again boyfriends pretty much are wrapped in a giant red flag."

Fawn laughed as she plopped back down on the bed, lying flat on her back as Sylvia took her place next to her. Chuckling, she said, "You take everything so seriously! There's nothing wrong with having a bit of fun. Besides... if Maddy gets back with Nate, I'll always have you, won't I?"

"You're lucky," Sylvia giggled as she pressed a chaste kiss to Fawn's lips before falling onto her back once again, "What would you do without me?"

"I would completely lack serotonin, that's for sure," the golden-skinned girl shrugged as she picked up her phone once again, waiting for a text from Maddy. The girl was currently freaking out about Nate being at the party tonight and Fawn would be lying if she cared about the girl's problems -- all she really wanted was a quick fuck. She was fairly sure she had made that clear with Maddy, but that didn't stop her from talking about her boy troubles anyway.

"You know," Sylvia began, moving to lay on her side while she propped her head up with her elbow, "I would have thought you'd be more scared of Nate Jacobs. I mean, aren't boys like him exactly like what --"

"Put me in therapy for the summer? Yes," Fawn sighed, moving to sit up and get off of the bed, tossing her phone aside, "but there's no point to therapy if it wasn't to convince me specifically not to be afraid of all men. Besides, Nate Jacobs is a shell of a man if you think about it. I wouldn't be surprised if he ends up being a serial killer after graduation. When I can look into his eyes and see absolutely nothing behind them, he's really not that scary."

Sylvia didn't look impressed at this as she scoffed, shaking her head, "It's your funeral. Seriously, he'll kill anyone that touches Maddy."

"That he knows about," Fawn shrugged, heading over to the mirror. Her red dye was fading and she was getting sick of the straight hair. "Should I do box braids next?"

The girl on the bed furrowed her brow, "I don't know what that means. Like dreads?"

"Nope, two different things," Fawn sighed as she pulled at her wavy hair. "Maybe I'll stick with my natural curls after this."

"Wait is that not your natural hair?" Sylvia asked, looking confused. "What is that then?"

"A sew-in, duh, I got it right after therapy. She encouraged a change, I figured I'd start with my hair before I started with my life, but now I'm kind of sick of it. The red wasn't supposed to last this long, though, hm. Dude, I literally had my natural hair all of therapy. You saw it."

"Is that why they let you have so many hair products?" Sylvia asked, her fingers weaving through her straight, blonde hair absentmindedly. "I'm gonna be honest I don't remember much of therapy."

Fawn laughed, "Clearly. Anyway, they didn't let me per se, my mom snuck them in for me because she said, and I quote, "Therapy or not, you don't deserve to look nappy," love her."

"Dude, I love your mom," was all Sylvia said in response to that, "She's better than mine."

"No offense, Syl, but literally anyone is better than your mom," Fawn scoffed as she finished picking apart her appearance, "Isn't she the one who told you to kill yourself in the first place?"

The girl shrugged, "Yeah, but after I actually tried, she's been a bit nicer. Still not great, though. She only put me in that place because CPS threatened to take me away if she didn't get me help."

"God, don't we lead fucked up lives," Fawn sighed, walking over to her closet, "Anyway, what should I wear tonight?"

"Wear that cropped sweater, the white one with the... the stripes, yeah," Sylvia suggested, trying to remember what was in her best friend's closet, "You should wear fishnets, everyone looks hot in fishnets."

"I look hot in anything, period," was all the girl said, pulling out the aforementioned sweater along with some dark-wash denim shorts. She also pulled out some combat boots with a four-inch heel because if she was going to fuck Nate Jacob's girlfriend, she might as well be closest to his height when he tries to fucking kill her. Ah, what an exciting life she led. "Hey, weird question."

"What's up?" Sylvia asked while she was absentmindedly scrolling through her phone, her eyes switching between that and Fawn as she got undressed.

Fawn sighed, pulling the sweater over her head, not bothering with a bra, "Do you get like, jealous when I talk about being with Maddy? You always seem to try and talk me out of it when I mention her."

"I don't get jealous, why would I? It's not like me and you are together," the girl sighed, "I just don't want to have my first best friend ever get killed by Nate Jacobs. I think you just think everyone you meet is in love with you."

The girl turned and pouted at Sylvia, asking innocently, "Well, shouldn't they be? Look at me."

"Hm, fair point. You look hot."

Fawn smiled as she caught her reflection in the mirror, "Ah, of course, I do. This party better not suck ass."

"Oh, it's totally gonna suck, but hey, free booze!"

"Free booze!"

I love these girls so much this is definitely the first time that I've worked with a friend dynamic like this! Also, I had to look up a lot of stuff about black hair/weaves and natural hair care so if I got anything wrong please tell me so I can adjust it!