nny, but the Geordie Shore marathon went on. She looked at the clock. On a Saturday night,

ng bag aside as she dragged herself acr

eamed as she pull

was standing on the other side of

y goodness, you

g her a perplexed look. Whatever had happened must have b

o observe Peyton. She stepped forward, reaching out to cup her fa

red. "What in the w

t you retu

The place it had landed was still where it was, forgotten. After sittin

it concerned and asked, "Just tell me what

ven't heard anything different, I believe s

ng on, Peyton raised a hand. "

is h

ven though they had been through some growing pains together. In th

lright? Is he really dead? God, plea

. yet," which caused Peyton t

rth is mea

where? Mia enquired

hat the

s it, then? Your notebook computer. Give it to me,"

med in there with her queen-size bed, and took her laptop, prayi

he kitchen counter

Both she and Peyton were aware of each ot

ious gesture, Mia poi

glanced over the Facebook page. I

co

ith a point

en, bending down to see the

o Starr Sparkles." "

a showgirl from Las Vegas while a beaming Elvis Presley watched on. The following picture showed them

ancé could never have married a showgirl in Vegas in a flash while she was left behind in Australia, clueless about what was going on. For crying out loud, this was Dale. Boring, dependable, and sensible Dale. He was

without informing her, on God's green earth. He would neve

ia said, "Bre

laptop lid shut. No. Simply no. This would n

phone, she added, "Che

Cassie and Chloe had also missed a few. She was scrolling through the alerts when she sud

polo

mentio

let out a scream. "

e floor in reaction to Mrs. Fee

that Mia had given her. There wa

ew she was going to get the lecture of her life tomorrow, but for now, she couldn't give a flying fuck since Mrs. Feeney had long ago given up po

aying, "This is the perfect song." "If I were a pop sensation, I cou