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Yeah, okay,” Lottie said, her grin still in place as she adjusted the feet that was still on her best friend’s lap, and as she leaned back and let her hair sprawl down the side of his couch. “When have you not lied?” she groaned loudly, her voice clearly exhausted, though her playful edge was ever present.

“I know everything about the truth!” Chase replied, his face still stuffed with noodles. “Are you really calling me a liar right now? What have I ever lied about that you haven’t, Freckles?”

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"Ha," she scoffed loudly, rolling her eyes to make a point, "like you know anything about the truth." She stuck her tongue out in glee, knowing how it would irritate Chase and relishing it. "I'm always rude, but I'm not a liar. That's you, Beanstalk."

"Stretching? I don’t think that’s a stretch at all, considering the fact that we both know it’s the truth, Freckles," he said, running a hand through his hair. He took another bite of his food, rolling his eyes at his friend. "Well that’s just rude," he replied. The pair were always harsh towards each other, and they never thought anything of it. "Whatever," he mumbled with a mouth full of food. "We both know you’re lying."

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Never before had Lottie wanted to punch her best friend in the face to this amount - well, alright, so she said that at least seven times a day, but still. Secretly, the girl was glad he was so cocky and casual with her, because Lottie couldn't even think of being around someone who wasn't. "You're really stretching, aren't you, Beanstalk?" she said, shaking her head as she lightly bumped their shoulders together. "I don't think anything can be too harsh when it comes to you," she said, giving him a look before bursting out into a fit of giggles. Lottie was never good at maintaining sincerity, even if it was false. "Because it's not true?" she said, before kicking her feet up on to Chase's lap.

"Your obvious attraction to me, duh," Chase replied with a smirk. He picked up his box of food from the table and resumed eating. "An asshat? Really, Freckles? I think that’s a little harsh, don’t you?" The blonde scooted over to the left on the couch so Lottie could join him. "You’re friends with me because you’re in complete awe of my charm and personality. Why do I always have to remind you of that?"

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She had barely stepped when she saw Chase's face emerge from the shadows, his signature smirk still on his face. "Well, yeah," she admitted with a small laugh, "I wanted to see if you could wait that long. Plus, if Lucinda came back from the line, I wanted to see how you'd try to weasel your way out of this one." On that note, she lifted herself up from the wall and closed the gap between the two of them, until there was but an inch of space between their feet. "So, lover boy," she said, her playful sarcasm dripping from her words, "where to first?"

Chase shook his head. “I am most certainly not kidding,” he said, grinning. He watched as the girl walked away, and rolled his eyes. Fifteen minutes? Yeah, right. The boy waited approximately five minutes before he exited the building into the dark night. Almost immediately, he spotted Lottie leaning against the brick wall. He approached her, a smirk on his face. “Fifteen minutes? Really?”

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Her eyebrows shot to the sky, and as much as she tried to keep a straight face and to feel offended on behalf of her best friend for four years, she found herself biting back something between a laugh and a gasp. "You're kidding," she said, though it sounded more like a question that a statement. She considered laughing him off and walking away, but...well, she did ask him to impress her. "Meet me outside in fifteen," she said with a wink and a toss of her hair, walking away from the crowd and out the doors until her sweaty skin was hit by a wind of cool air.

"You already think I’m hot, though," he muttered under his breath, unable to stop himself as his cocky attitude got the best of him. "You want to be impressed, Freckles?" he looked around the room, for his date, who was nowhere in sight - though, to be fair, the line for the drinks was awfully long, and he didn’t look very hard. With a devious look in his eyes and a laugh curling on the corners of his lips, he leaned in and muttered, "Let’s get out of here."

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"Not really," she said, scrunching up her face and wrinkling her nose. "I bet you won't," she said, smirking at his cocky behaviour. "Oh my god," she said rolling her eyes, "remind me to never call you hot again." She raised an eyebrow, finding herself genuinely curious at what this boy could do. "Alright then, Airhead. Impress me."

"Basically," he said with a laugh. "It works though, right?" Chase shook his head at the girl, sure that he couldn’t get pulled in with her tricks. "Well, I bet I’ll be able to figure out what it is soon enough," he said. "Yeah, pretty much," he smirked. "You think that’s what I call loosening up? You have a lot to learn about me, Freckles."

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"Freckles?" she bit her lip to hold back her laughter. "Did you just pick any random feature off my face and used it as a nickname?" He was an idiot, Lottie could tell you that much already, but in an oddly endearing way, but maybe that was just the party talking. Or, well, the prom talking. "You don't even know what my trick is yet!" She said, laughing, though she didn't really have a trick, if truth be told. People just tended to listen to her. "So you only think I'm cool when I call you hot?" she said with a scoff. "If you call that loosening up, you have a lot to learn," was all she said before pressing a kiss fleetingly to the corner of his mouth.

Chase rolled his eyes. “Whatever…Freckles,” he said attempting to think of a name for the girl. “Well, it won’t work on me, whatever your trick is.” The boy laughed. “I was speaking of it, Freckles.” He raised his eyebrows. “You’re calling me a hot boy now? You’re cooler than I thought you were.” He placed his hands on the girl’s hips. “You want me to loosen up? I can loosen up.” 

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"Good call, airhead," she said, smirking to herself as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I don't wish; I know." And it was true that Lottie had a knack for having people wrapped around her finger, whether they wanted to be or not. "Were we speaking of that?" she said, resisting the urge to laugh at his awful segue, "because I don't think we were. Besides," she added dismissively, "when Lucinda wants to find us, she can, and then I'll give you back to her, and I'll go find another hot boy to dance with. But until then, we need you to get that stick out of your ass and loosen up."

"I’m just saying, I don’t think it’s very nice to call someone you barely know an airhead," he said as he attempted to move to the music. "Yeah, you wish," Chase said with a roll of his eyes. "Speaking of barely knowing each other," he said as she pulled him closer, "Shouldn’t I be dancing with the girl I came with? Not her best friend?"

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"Oh my god, shut up," she said exasperatedly with an overly dramatic roll of her eyes. She had never had someone so hung up on one of her joking insults before, and she was surprised he had yet to let it go. "I do," she said as she twirled her hair around her finger, "and I'm going to have you whipped by the end of the night, if I'm lucky." She ignored his negativity, instead taking his hands in hers and pulling the boy closer. "Just follow my lead, yeah?"

"How am I an airhead?" he asked defiantly. "Wow, so you just have all of your friends completely whipped?" Chase asked, raising his eyebrows. "I really don’t think I do," he said, shaking his head. "Its really not," he mumbled.

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"I'm calling you an airhead for being an airhead," she said matter-of-factly, ignoring his last comment. "They do, actually." Or they kind of have to. Lottie had never done anything for herself, so asking her to do something was counter-productive in and of itself. She shook her head and dismissed his comments with a wave of her hand, not bothering to even say a word. "You do have to, actually," she said, grinning before she threw her hands in the air, moving her hips along to the beat of the music. "Come on, it's easy."

"You’re calling me an airhead for not knowing that you two have been best friends since 9th grade? That’s pretty rude," he said, one side of his mouth curling up in a smile. Chase laughed at the girl. "And they just follow your every command?" He rolled his eyes. "What do you want me to say about her? She’s cool. What else is there to say?" His eyes widened as the girl pulled him onto the dance floor. "I don’t think I have to,” he said. “It’s not completely necessary, is it?” he asked, standing there awkwardly.

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"I figured you'd have something in that head of yours, but I guess you're just another one of Lucinda's airhead prospects." She said all of that with a smile, not even pausing to consider if Chase would find that offensive. Lottie was usually like that - too full speed ahead to stop and consider other's feelings. "I do, yeah," she said, her tone almost proud. "Not very considering, Chase," she said, with a lighthearted shake of her head, before pulling on his arm and pulling him into the midst of the dance floor. "I can tell you don't dance," she admitted over the music, "but if you're going to be here, you kind of have to."

Chase shook his head, rolling his eyes at the girl. “Well excuse me for not knowing your life stories,” he said with a smirk. “Do you do that a lot? Make your friends do shit for you?” he laughed. “Yeah, she’s cool,” Chase said, chewing on his lip.

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She rolled her eyes at his question, laughing loudly. "I don't know," she answered sarcastically, "it's not like we've been best friends since the ninth grade. Speaking of," she turned to Lucinda before continuing. "As my best friend, would you do me a favour and get me something to drink. I'm thirsty as fuck." Lucinda started to interrupt, but sighed and muttered, 'fiiiine' before walking off. If Lottie's friends knew anything of her, it's that she never did anything for herself. "You like her, then?" she said to Chase, jerking her head in the direction Lucinda had just walked off in, trying her best to make conversation. Considering his awkward posture, he didn't seem to be one to dance. Not that she blamed him - she wouldn't be either, if she was about 6 feet worth of gangling limbs and acne. Still, she hoped to change that by the end of the night.

Chase grinned warmly at the girl. “Hey,” he said simply, nodding his head as he looked around the area. Since Chase attended a different high school than Lottie and Lucinda, he knew absolutely no one else in the building. “So, uh, how do you know each other?” he asked. 

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Lottie stopped her movements the moment her eyes caught Lucinda's dark hair. "Lucy!" she shrieked, running up and hugging the girl tightly. "Hey! So good to see you!" she took a step back afterwards, brushing away the hair that was plastered with sweat to the front of her face. "You must be..." She stretched out the last word as she searched for his name. "Chase! Chase, right? I'm Lottie."

Chase had never been a prom person. In fact, he had never been a dancing person at all. To say the boy had been born with two left feet would be an understatement. But when he asked Lucy out and she suggested they go to her school’s prom, he couldn’t help but agree. They arrived at the venue and Chase dug around in his pockets for the tickets. “Here they are,” he said after a few minutes, grinning. “I knew I had them somewhere.” The pair entered the prom together, and Lucy pointed to a blonde girl on the dancefloor, referring to her as Lottie and gesturing for Chase to follow her.

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Lottie didn't even consider prom until two weeks ago. Sure, she loved getting dressed up, and yeah, she was hyped as hell that high school was out, but she'd be lying if she said she ever really paid attention to any thing the school held. But when her best friend came to Lottie telling her that the boy she was flirting with for the past while had asked her out, Lottie just had to come for moral support. Besides, she never missed an opportunity to wear dresses and get drunk. Waiting for Lucy to arrive, Lottie squeezed herself into a dance circle with a few people she recognized, flailing her arms and grinning wildly.

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"Denial of what, exactly?" Lottie inquistioned, raising an eyebrow and smirking at her companion. "You sure about that?" she said, slipping her phone back into her purse, "because I think you do. I think you deserve this, for being such an asshat." Rolling her eyes goodnaturedly at his idiotic jump on to his couch, Lottie put aside her Chinese food and grabbed a movie from her box at random. "I don't even know why I'm friends with you," she said as she shook her head, before popping the CD into the player.

"Whatever, you’re just in denial, Freckles," he mumbled. "I don’t need this," Chase said, rolling his eyes. "Should we just watch the movies?" he asked, jumping onto the couch. "Because it’s fun, duh."

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"Oh, you wish," she said, rolling her eyes, not quite sure what she meant by that entirely. It felt like a snappy comeback, however, so Lottie said it anyways. "It really is!" Lottie said, raising her voice. She was often unable to tell when she was getting too loud, and did it far too much without noticing, getting too absorbed in pointless things. "You want me to Google it right now, Beanstalk? Because, like, hold up-" she pulled out her phone and started typing wildly before he could stop her. "I will hold it against you, actually," she said, putting on a fake sugary sweet smile, the outline of a halo practically forming above her head. "I'm so glad you could catch on, babe." She rolled her eyes at his comments, muttering how he wasn't as hot as he thought he was under her breath before taking another stab at using chopsticks - both literally and figuratively. "Why do you live to torment me, Chase?" she whined loudly. 

"Don’t even, Freckles, you would have," he said, rolling his eyes. "I really don’t think it is. And I didn’t! I shouldn’t have even told you, you’ll hold this against me for the rest of my life." He laughed loudly. "Sure you don’t. I find that very hard to believe," he said as he took another bite. Chase continued to chuckle as he watched the girl struggle. "No, this is hilarious."

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"I wouldn't have!" she cried, pretending to look shocked that he would even suggest such a thing. "It is, but i'm not surprised you don't know, considering you probably fingered girls into doing your English homework, too. "They're both lies, Chase," Lottie said, putting extra emphasis on her words for show. "Neither I nor my co workers want to sleep with you, and I don't know why that's so hard for you to believe." She left out any mention of the few that actually thought he was kind of cute, because, really, there was no need for his ego to inflate past the point it was already at. "Fun for you maybe," she muttered, actually trying this time with her noodles. She had managed to pick up a few fingerfuls of the noodles with her sticks, but by the time she lifted them to her mouth, they had all fallen out but a single strand. "This is such bullshit," she said under her breath.

"Like you wouldn’t have done the same thing in my position, Freckles. And is grosser even a word?" he stuck the chopsticks back in the takeout box, rolling his eyes. "That is not a lie!" Chase exclaimed. "You can deny it all you want but we both know it’s not a lie." He shook his head ‘no’ with a mouth full of noddles. "Mmn," he swallowed. "It’s more fun this way."