*Tara was playing with her puppies, on the bed with a ball, throwing it back and forth to them. When she heard it. It was a very noticeable sound, it was the sound of grief, and it was coming from Willa's room, rolling her eyes, she rolled off her bed, grabbing a crisp white t-shirt, and baggy jeans, she got dressed, and cracked her neck, outside Willa's door, and knocked lightly.*
"Willa....what 'cha got going on there? You Okay....what's wrong?"
*She asked waiting for her friend to answer.*
"It's called a hangover don't be THAT upset."
"Willa....what 'cha got going on there? You Okay....what's wrong?"
*She asked waiting for her friend to answer.*
"It's called a hangover don't be THAT upset."