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𝟏𝟗... 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬
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For most of my waking moments, I play the role of a guardian. I make meals, I clean the house, I walk the dogs, I help my siblings with their homework, I drive people where they need to go, I grocery shop, I attend sports games, and I am constantly thinking about what needs to be done next. But on nights like these, when all my siblings are sleeping over at friends' houses, I turn into an absolute child.
"You fucking cheated!" I shriek, shoving Larray away from me.
"You can't cheat in Just Dance!" Larray shouts, not hesitating to push me back.
I stumble slightly before catching my balance, scowling at my friend. "You obviously can, because no way did you just win!"
"It looks like I just did, bitch!" Larray smirks as he pretends to flip his hair over his shoulder.
"Okay, give me the remote before she kills you." Sydney stands from my couch and ties her long hair into a messy bun before taking the wii remote from Larray. "I don't know why we keep agreeing to play this game with you, Logan. You get way too worked up."
"I do not!" I protest, lowering my fists from where they were raised in a threatening position at Larray.
Larray snorts, collapsing onto the couch. "Okay, Dwayne Johson."
"Fuck off," I huff, turning attention back to the tv. "I like this game."
"We are well aware, babe," Sydney chuckles.
"We're doing Rich Girl," I announce, flipping through the options to find one of my most played songs.
Sydney immediately groans. "I suck ass at this one."
"Logan only likes it because she is ridiculously good at it," Larray sniggers. "But we all know it's because you spent hours everyday during covid battling your siblings at Just Dance."
"And all that hard work is paying off." I grin at Larray over my shoulder before focusing on the song as it starts.
The music is blaring from the TV, easily covering the sounds of Chandler and Joey snoring while curled up on the loveseat together. The living room blinds are drawn shut to avoid anyone seeing us dancing like idiots, and all the lights are turned on to counteract the dark night outside. Pizza boxes, chips bags, candy wrappers, and cans of pop are strewn across the coffee table, and the dining room table is covered by a half-finished game of Monopoly that we gave up on after Larray decided to only buy properties based on how likely he could find a boyfriend there.
I easily move my body in tune with the music, barely needing to pay attention to the dancer on the screen. This song was Kaya and I's favourite in high school, and we spent forever perfecting the movements. A loud laugh escapes my lips when I glance at Sydney to see her awkwardly shaking her hips and moving her arms off beat.
