wedge converse

drinkupthesunrise  asked:

I don't suppose you have any specific feelings about Wedge Antilles??

He doesn’t hate Skywalker from the second they meet. That particular nasty rumor is Solo’s fault, and Wedge put it down to territorial posing more than anything else. 

(For a man who adamantly insisted he wanted nothing to do with the Rebellion, Solo definitely spent a lot of time clinging to the Princess of Alderaan and the Hero of the Death Star. Since Wedge wasn’t interested in trying to break up a happy triad, he left well enough alone, hoping that Solo stop making Wedge’s relationship with Rogue Leader more complicated than it needed to be.)

No, Wedge has always extended to Skywalker the same professional respect he affords all the pilots. Maybe a touch of awe for the Death Star business. Wedge even thinks he’s sort of funny, the kid with a thousand impossible stories about his hellhole planet, a streak of bitter humor and a smile like a blaster shot. Skywalker’s reckless in the extreme, but he’s always first to take any risk. And he’s been much more careful since Wedge had that conversation with him, about how Rogue Leader using the Force to accomplish impossible, stupid maneuvers generally meant a fiery death for the rest of his squadron.

They have an understanding, and an easy camaraderie that Wedge appreciates.

Wedge is just…

It’s difficult, meeting someone and knowing—knowing—from the second you meet them, that they’re about to sideline you in your own life. That when people tell the story of the great and glorious things you did, you’re going to be a supporting actor. And Wedge doesn’t resent Skywalker for it; he made the shot, the impossible shot, and now there’s talk of him being a Jedi. If Wedge’s going to lose out to someone, it might as well be that guy. 

(Still.)

Still, it would be easier if Skywalker would stop showing up at Wedge’s quarters at all hours, looking like a lost quarren puppy. It interferes with their amicable professionalism, Skywalker flopping down on Wedge’s bunk and shoving the fringe of his hair out of his eyes, talking about—something. It’s always something. He’s that strange sort of funny, even complaining, or (badly) imitating Solo, the Princess, Mothma, Akbar, and…

The first time, Wedge baldly stared at him until Luke guiltily sat up. “Do you want me to go?” he’d asked, picking at the hole in Wedge’s quilt that Wedge hadn’t thought anyone but him could find. The quilt was one of the things he’d brought with him from the Imperial Academy, a relic of Corellia he’d been allowed to keep because it meant he hadn’t needed an extra blanket issue. (The Empire was like that; economy over everything.)

“No,” Wedge had choked out, which surprised even him. “No, tell me what Commander Rosilev said.”

(Luke lets himself in, now.)

Solo doesn’t bristle the way he used to, not when Luke is the one who drags Wedge to where they’re sitting. It’s like sitting on the edge of a sunspot; hyper-aware that if he  just edges forward, even a little, he’ll be enveloped in light he’s not entitled to. The urge to try it, to just dare a little, is heady. For a moment, it’s all Wedge can think about, moving closer to Luke so that their shoulders brush, or taking Luke’s hands as they move—he’s argung with the Princess, and all Wedge can think is taking his hands, trapping them, holding them.

A Jedi’s hands. The hands that grasped the yoke, and made the shot. The hands—

“You know them,” Solo mutters, an aside as Luke and the Princess argue about whatever it is they’re arguing about; impassioned and probably correct. “So I don’t have to apologize, right?”

“Oh, no,” Wedge says. He’s—warm. “No, I’m…good.”

Luke stands there, pacing as Wedge keys in the access code to his own rooms. Luke’s ranting about—something, above Wedge’s paygrade probably. (Not that they have paygrades in the Rebellion, and definitely not like they did in the Empire, but Wedge is an operations droid, a battleplan guy. So long as his squad comes home, as long as they didn’t kill to many civilians, it’s okay. He doesn’t question ethics and morality the way Skywalker does, especially not when a Yavinese beer or two or eight has made him relaxed, loose-limbed.)

“You know?” Skywalker says, his voice breaking with how godsdamned impassioned he is.

“Sure, Skywalker,” Wedge says, fumbling with his keys (he’s been fumbling, but they’re blunt instruments, they’re ineffectual, they don’t need them—)

Luke kisses first, of this Wedge is absolutely sure. Luke smiles at him, indulgent and amused, and then Luke is making a few long strides to cross the corridor, and then Luke is kissing him, and all this happens in less than 120 seconds. Wedge is tasting a Jedi’s mouth, and the Jedi is moaning like he’s never had anything  better than the aftertaste of caf and stim, and maybe whatever Wedge had for lunch.

“Don’t humor me,” Luke says. His mouth tastes of Yavinese beer and warmth.

Wedge would tell him to fuck himself and the pathetic veneer of armor he’s built, except then Luke Skywalker might leave, and Wedge doesn’t want that. “I’m not,” Wedge says/breathes/murmurs, a thousand times. “I’m not.”

(Yes, oh, please, more, is all he says, afterwards.)


The next morning, the Princess eyes Wedge over breakfast. He pretends as though he can’t feel the lovebite burning exactly where his collar ends, and she pretends as though she doesn’t have a matching one somewhere he can’t see, but makes her squirm all the same.

He asks her to pass the dehydrated cream. She obliges. They drink their caf in silence.

The Zodiac signs as types of Shoes.

Converse: Capricorn, Cancer

Uggs or Slippers: Gemini, Taurus, Cancer

Sandals / Flip Flops: Taurus, Scorpio, Sagittarius

High Heels / Wedges: Pisces, Aries

Ankle Boots: Virgo, Libra, Scorpio 

Shoe-less: Leo, Aquarius, Pisces

I’m so confused right now

My friend and I just ran to grab coffee between dance rehearsals and while we were waiting for our drinks we were talking to this cute guy but we can’t figure out who he was interested in!


I was the first one to get to the coffee shop and I noticed him walk in behind me, we didn’t really talk much until my friend got there. As soon as she came in and started talking to me he kind of wedged himself in the conversation which makes me think he was interested in her but while she was ordering her food he was showing me all of his tattoos and was being ridiculously friendly, more friendly than I would think a straight guy who was just trying to get with my friend would be.


So the three of us are sitting there talking and he keeps giving me coy smiles but stealing looks at my friend. The whole time I’m getting really frustrated because I honestly can’t tell who he’s trying to flirt with, me or her?


When we walked back to the studio my friend turned to me and said that she was just as confused about it as me. Maybe he’s bi or pan or something. I just really want to know what was going on. I introduced myself just before we left so if I get a friend request I guess that’ll answer the question! 😅

The Prankster and the Criminal (Part IV)

There was a log moment of silence where everyone’s eyes were on you, but you sat with your head held high, staring defiantly back. It was Bender who broke the silence, having regained himself. “No, he’s right, I should just run right out and join the wrestling team.” The red head and the jock looked at each other an laughed, but Bender just kept right on going. “Maybe the prep club too, student council.” The two seemed to think him joining the student council was pretty damn funny. The way they were acting all high and mighty was really pissing you off, but remained calm on the outside.

“Don’t forget the key club,” you spoke up, and the two only seemed to find more humor in this. Bender though, pointed to you and nodded, as if saying that you had brought up a good one. You saw the geek and quiet girl watching the four of you, the former seeming to be trying to find a place to wedge into the conversation as well. The quiet girl just observed though, and you felt yourself smiling at her, you thought she was kinda smart, she probably picked up on a lot of things just observing. 

Your smile vanished though, when the joke spoke, making you turn your attention to him “They wouldn’t take you.” He said it in a matter-of-fact way that really just got under your skin.

“You know why guys like you knock everything?”

“Oh this’ll be stunning.”

“‘Cause you’re afraid.”

“Oh god, you richies are so smart, that’s exactly why I’m not heavy in the activities!” Bender’s voice was thick was sarcasm. You actually respected his sarcasm, he was good at being sarcastic, he had the hand motions and facial expressions that were just perfectly sarcastic.

“Did you ever think maybe your clubs are fucking boring?” you asked the girl.

“See, you’re just like him. You’re just big cowards,” at that point you heard green sweater mumbling, trying to get into the conversation, but you really did care enough to pay attention to him. “See, you’re afraid that they won’t take you, you don’t belong, so you just have to dump all over it. You,” she turned her attention directly to you now, “you act like everything’s a joke,l but we can all see through you guys.”

You scoffed, but, though you wouldn’t admit it, she was actually kind of true. I mean, sure the clubs really did seem boring and time consuming, and who wanted to hang around with a bunch of preppy fakes, but then again the fact of the matter was, you were afraid. If you tried to be the class president nobody would vote, you didn’t feel good enough to join the preppy clubs, so you did put up a front. But now it wasn’t a front, now it was who you were, and you liked it, but she was still right, you had tricked yourself into thinking this was who you were, and it made you just that. 

You were so shocked that she was 50% right that you remained silent for a bit, before shaking your head and tuning back into the conversation. A joker was who you were now, no matter the reasons of how you got to who you were, and liked who you were, it was better than being a backstabbing popular girl. You listened to nerd boy as he mumbled about how his cousin had gotten high once, but you had been high before, and the kid’s story was a bit off, his parents probably told him it so he would be afraid to smoke weed.

Cherry pointed out that it was sort of like Bender and you had to roll your eyes. Of course again she wasn’t wrong, you had smoked with Bender a few times, not a lone, but with a group of friends, because as previously mentioned you rolled with the same group. Sport started complaining about stupid wrestling and you had t roll your eyes. You liked cheer leading more than wrestling and that was saying something. Bender though, had you laughing at his talk about “guys who roll around on the floor with other guys.” 

“Ahh, you’d never miss it,” Sporto said dismissively.

  “Who would?”

 (Part II) (Part II) (Part III) (Part V) (Part VI) (Part VII)

Young Again || Luke Hemmings

im so happy im back, too, babes xx

I M A G I N E 

“We’re going out!” Luke suddenly declared on a Friday night. It was a little before 6 pm, making you look at your husband skeptically. 

“Uh, pardon?” You pondered at him, closing your novel and removing your reading glasses. Turning to him, you see the blonde boy dressed in his usual ‘punkrock’ attire. 

“You and I are going out, babe,” Luke says, his tongue practically oozing excitement. 

Although you and Luke were still quite young, the two of you haven’t really raged or partied the way you guys did when you were teens. Certainly, you guys aren’t hunch-backed, walking around with canes and complaining about kids on your lawn. But, you guys matured and became very tame. 

“Where to?” You asked, putting the book and your glasses on the coffee table. 

“Downtown, baby girl,” Luke winks at you, rushing over to stand you up from the couch. “Get ready!” You giggle, rushing to the bedroom to get changed. You wore this sleek, gray crop top with black skinny jeans and wedged converse. It was always your type of ‘go out’ outfit. Returning to him, you put your hands up in the air and smile. 

“Let’s go!” You cheered. 


“Holy crap, Y/N!” Luke suddenly exclaimed before taking a swig of the bottle of Jack Daniels you guys got from a liquor store. “You’re so unbelievably gorgeous right now.” Luke slurred, causing the both of you to explode in a fit of giggles. 

“Luke, you’re so wasted,” you giggle as you danced with Luke on the dance floor. Luke took you to a club, hilariously. He said he wanted to drink like he was 16 and stupid again. And, like Luke, you wanted to go back to being a teenager as well. “I can drink so much, but this still tastes bloody awful,” you say, crinkling your nose in disgust after taking a gulp of the alcohol. 

“You look so cute when you’re grossed out,” Luke said, giving you a slobbery kiss on the lips before taking the bottle from you. He randomly gives it to a stranger and grabs your waist to pull you against his body. “Might I have this dance, Y/N?” Luke asked with a grin as the upbeat music gradually turned slow and mellow. 

“Of course,” you whispered, disregarding the disgraceful taste of alcohol to being drunk from Luke’s love. 


After the club, you guys went to a random park. It was already so dark and dangerous, making it even more exciting. Luke kept his hold on your waist as the two of you drunkenly found yourself in the park. Looking around, you scope to see that it’s vacant. 

“It’s ours, beautiful,” Luke said as he kisses the top of your head. Smiling widely, you drag Luke over to your favorite thing in the park: the swings. “Slow down, baby girl!” Luke chuckled as you let go of him to dash to a swing. 

“Come on, come on!” You say excitedly as you pull yourself back to start moving the swing. Going back and forth slowly, you watch as Luke struggled due to his long, lanky legs. “Aw, tall guy, you having a bit of trouble?”

“Oh hush up,” Luke playfully scoffs, finally swinging a bit as he tried keeping his long legs from the ground. You couldn’t help but giggle at him. He looked disturbed and troubled by the idea of swinging and how to gain speed. “Y/N, stop fucking laughing at me!” Luke complains, letting out a chuckle right after. 

“But it’s funny!” You admit, swinging back and forth to end up being very high up. “Look, Luke, I’m touching the stars!” You mused, looking adoringly at the night sky. The moon was shining so brightly upon you two as you guys swung with glee. 

“Can you catch one?” Luke asked wistfully as he finally reached your height. You look over at him and smile, giving him a fond look. 

“I’ve already got one right here,” you say quietly, causing a wide smile to appear on Luke’s lips before he jumps off his swing. “Luke?” You questioned as he stopped you from swinging as well. Standing you up, he keeps you in his embrace and rests his head on your shoulder. 

“You’re so amazing, Y/N,” Luke whispers, closing his eyes while keeping himself rested on your shoulder. “I’m glad I’m your shining star.”

“You’re not just my shining star, Luke,” you say softly into the blonde boys ear. “You’re my shooting star.” 

ellies--art  asked:

Hello, I'm sorry to bother you. I'm sort of struggling with how to be a feminist and a good friend, not that they're mutually exclusive. But my friends will criticize other girls' clothes and stuff and I want to say something but I find it's hard for me to hold my ground when I'm arguing feminism. Like with my brother or something, I just have so much trouble effectively using language to elucidate a point. Do you have any advice? again, sorry to bother you, and thanks.

Hmm well I feel like there’s an assumption here that you have to give a feminist explanation every time you hear that sort of stuff said?

Don’t get me wrong, I can see situations where it’s either very helpful and/or necessary by way of how they reply, BUT I personally tend to chose the road of setting an example rather than give a lecture. Not only do people not like lectures, but I think as fallible humans it’s hard to separate the ego from the path of the right thing to do, and placing boxes on top of a soapbox and climbing on top of that thing is often where my ego gravitates to if I start lecturing…

I think sometimes the best thing you can say in the face of commentary like that is simply that you think the person or the outfit or whatever looks beautiful, or flattering, or cute, or smart, or whatever is diametrically opposite of what they’re saying. If they say it’s not flattering because it showcases someone’s rolls, you explain that you think that part of their body is a part worth showcasing. I mean, you have to believe it, ideally, for this to be a good point, but hopefully you do. Round bellies are a beautiful shape. Leggings as pants are a comfortable, logical choice. Etc. When you say these things and believe it you can literally stop and change the direction of a conversation sometimes.

One part of this type of feminism is, yes, eventually having a conversation about why we feel a need to tear other women down. But the other part of the thing is building ourselves and our relationships back up, piece by piece, and that involves being the person that stands as a wedge in these conversations and encourages people to see things in a new way.

IDK you’re sort of asking me, I think, to hand deliver you a lecture or swift, disarming point about feminism but without literally being in these conversations with you I’d just be guessing, and you’d just be parroting. Live out the message that not only are we all “beautiful” but more importantly that our defining worth isn’t “physical beauty” (and that our bodies are not intended to be a constant museum display) in what you say and do, and that should be effective in itself

soooorry I’m not the best advice giver and people will probably advise you on specific points BUT that’s what I would do/that is a route you can take when you are stuck 

Under The Moon

A Lucaya Fanfic

Story by: hoffkk

Requested by: my bestie&roomie emmettrichter! Love ya, girl! :)

Summary: Alone and bored at the homecoming dance, Maya decides to people watch, but Lucas has other ideas, which leads to Maya feeling things she never expected to feel, especially for Ranger Rick.

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The homecoming dance was as pretty as a picture.  The school’s gymnasium was all decked out in twinkly lights and papier-mâché stars. There was even a giant moon hanging from the center of the room, completing the “Starry Night” theme. The only thing that felt out of place was Maya herself as she sat alone on the bleachers watching the different couples dance, laugh, and be merry.

Maya just wasn’t interested in school dances, they weren’t her thing.  So, when the posters first went up about homecoming, she couldn’t have cared less.  However, Riley got super excited and insisted they all go together as a group.  That way, no one had to worry about not having a date.  Though Maya had tried to argue and bail on the idea, Riley was adamant that she would not, under any circumstances, let her best friend miss her first homecoming. So, Maya reluctantly agreed and let Riley plan out everything, even their outfits, which is how she found herself dressed like Cinderella’s kid sister with her straightened, blonde hair pulled half up and her body clad in a short, blue, strapless dress that flared out at the bottom.  Riley got some basic looking dresses for cheap from a thrift shop, then bedazzled them herself to give them some pizzazz.  She added silver beads to the edges of Maya’s dress and used gold ones to decorate the top half of her own little white sheath number.  While Riley matched her dress with some sparkly gold heels, she paired Maya’s look with some sparkly silver converse style wedges, which she claimed to have also gotten from the thrift store, but Maya wasn’t buying it.  They were too nice looking, plus Riley was a terrible liar.  So, she made a mental note to thank Mr. and Mrs. Matthews for shedding out some extra cash for their shoes.

However, even though Maya looked good, she didn’t really feel good.  She was bored, and so she decided to sit and people watch for a while. Scanning the dance floor, she smiled as Riley’s long, curly hair bobbed about as she stumbled around, while the rest of the crew tried to teach her the Electric Slide.  Riley wasn’t very graceful, to say the least, so the whole thing was quite comical.

After a couple of minutes, the song faded into a slower beat, turning into John Legend’s “All Of Me” and everyone began to couple up, including Farkle and Smackle, Zay and Missy, and Riley and Lucas.  As Maya watched Riley sway back and forth with her favorite huckleberry, she let out a sigh, suddenly feeling a little depressed.  Confused by the feeling, she shrugged it off and dug her cell phone out of her silver clutch, deciding she would kill time by checking her social media apps.

She had checked her Twitter and Facebook feeds and had just started reblogging some posts on Tumblr when a voice interrupted her.

“Having fun over here?”  Lucas drawled, standing in front of Maya.

“A blast.” She said sarcastically, giving a fake smile before going back to her phone.  When she looked downward, Maya caught a glimpse of his shoes.  He was wearing cowboy boots, probably to match the bolo tie he was also sporting.  Maya smiled mischievously.  She was so not letting this one go.  "Nice boots, Sundance.“  She quipped. "Did Maw get them purdy thangs from the little old corner store down yonder?”  She added in a ridiculous sounding southern accent.

Lucas just smiled back and replied, “I reckon, she did.  Thanks for noticing.”

Maya’s smile fell, and she glared at him as she responded, “I will break you one of these days, Ranger Rick.”

“Looking forward to it, Miss Hart.” He winked.  "Now how about we go cut a rug and show these people on the dance floor how it’s done?“  Lucas asked gesturing to the dance floor over his shoulder with his thumb.

"Yeah, I’m gonna pass. Why don’t you go find Riley?” Maya brushed him off, tucking her phone back into her clutch.

“Aw, c'mon.” Lucas fake whined.  "Don’t be such a clutterbucket.“  He teased her, bringing up an embarrassing family name belonging to Maya’s great grandmother.

Maya stood and grabbed him by the bolo tie playfully as she said, "You wanna tango with me, Hop-a-long?”

“I was thinking more of a stand and sway type of thing, but that works too.” He flirted.  At least, Maya thought he was flirting.  His response definitely caused a funny feeling in her stomach like the one she usually got when she flirted with someone she liked.  Wait, was that what was happening?  Were they actually flirting?  Did she actually like Lucas?  Maya was confused yet excited by the thought.

“You really wanna dance with me?”  Maya questioned, releasing her hold on his tie to smooth out her dress, feeling a little self-conscious.  Boys never gravitated toward her like they did Riley, probably because of the tough girl front Maya put up to protect herself, but Lucas seemed to see right through it.  This annoyed her, and yet for some reason made her like the boy even more.

“Of course I do. I even requested a special song for you.”  Lucas winked just as the music began to change.  The beat picked up a little but the song was still a ballad.  Not just any ballad though, a twangy, country ballad.

Maya smiled and rolled her eyes before holding out a hand and replying, “Alright, cowboy, lead the way.”

Lucas’s grin doubled in size as he threaded his fingers through hers and pulled her towards the dance floor.  Once in the middle of the floor, directly under the glittery crescent moon, he turned around and pulled her in close, placing his hands on her waist as she put hers on his shoulders.  They locked eyes and began swaying back and forth.  Maya’s heart began to race the song went on.  She had never been this close to a guy for so long.  It was weird, but in a good way.  Just like the way Lucas was looking at her right now, like she was his own personal homecoming queen or something.  Maya would never admit it aloud, but she liked him looking at her like that.  She also liked having his arms around her.  It made her feel safe and warm.

Maya began to get lost in his eyes, when she realized what was happening.  I do not have a thing for Bucky McBoing-Boing.  She tried to convince herself, reverting her gaze to his bolo tie, which was closer to eye level than his eyes actually were.  Needing a distraction, Maya focused on the song lyrics.

She’s as bright as the Dallas sky.
She always holds her head up high.
She loves the company of her family.
She has faith in God’s greater plan.
She trusts I’m a good man.
And that’s why I’ll always believe
She’s like Texas, and she likes me
.”

She smiled as she processed the words, then quirked a brow up at Lucas who was already staring at her with his own smile.

“I’m like Texas, am I?” She asked.

“Yes, ma'am.” He gave a single head nod as he spoke.

“Okay, stop with cowboy voice already.”  Maya commanded, giving him a look.

“Why, whatever do you mean?”  Lucas feigned innocence.

Lucas.”  She warned with her “don’t mess with me” tone.

“Yeah, okay.” He said quickly in his normal speaking voice, sounding a little afraid, making Maya smirk a little.

After a moment, the smirk faded and she sighed, looking at his tie again.

“What?” Lucas asked, concern in his voice. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just…”  Maya trailed off collecting her thoughts.  "Why did you wanna dance with me, Lucas?“

"Because it’s homecoming, a time for dancing and having fun, and you weren’t doing either over there in the bleachers.”  He explained, nodding toward the direction they had just come from not too long ago.

“Hey, I may not have been dancing, but I was having fun on my phone.”  She lied, not wanting his pity.

“Riiiiight.” Lucas retorted in a sarcastic tone. “That’s why you were scowling at it.”

She rolled her eyes in response, then pressed on by asking, “So, you felt bad for me?  That’s why you pulled me out here?”

“No, I pulled you out here to dance because I like you.”  Lucas stated simply.

Maya’s eyes went wide for a second.  Recovering quickly, she just eyed his face a moment, trying to read his expression and determine if he just meant like or if he meant like-like.  Much to her dismay, Maya couldn’t tell, so she decided she would just ask him, but before she could, Lucas spoke again.

“And to honor my promise.”  He affirmed.

She looked at him quizzically and inquired, “What promise?”

“I promised myself that tonight I would dance under the moon with the prettiest girl here.” He smiled down at her.

“Oh.” Maya replied, not knowing what else to say.

“Looks like my promise if officially fulfilled.”  Lucas stated after a short pause to make sure she understood what he was saying.

“Good.”  She smiled, then pulled herself in a bit closer and laid her cheek against his chest.

They rocked back and forth for another minute or so in that same position until the song ended.  They pulled apart as the next song kicked on, putting a good two feet between them.  They smiled awkwardly at each other as they bobbed their heads to the lyrics of the new song.

“Oh don’t you dare look back
Just keep your eyes on me.
I said you’re holding back,
She said–”

Just then, Riley and Farkle came up on either side of Maya and shouted the rest of lyrics in her face simultaneously as they grabbed onto her arms.

“SHUT UP AND DANCE WITH ME!”  They sang loudly and off tune.

Maya scrunched up her face as a reflex when they shouted at her, but couldn’t help but smile.  Riley then grabbed Maya’s hand and twirled herself around, while Farkle and Lucas did the robot.  Zay and Smackle suddenly came through the group doing an overly dramatic version of the tango, but stopped once they were in the middle of everyone. They all laughed and began jumping up and down, dancing all kinds of crazy, except for Maya.  She just stood there a moment, then shrugged.  What the heck? If you can’t beat em’… She said silently to herself, not finishing the well known expression, before spinning around in circles and singing the chorus of the song.  Watching her, Lucas smiled brightly and made his way through his friends to dance next to Maya. “Having fun over here?”  Lucas repeated his words from earlier, shouting over the music to be heard.

“A blast!” She yelled back, also using her words from before, but this time she really meant them.  Lucas was right.  Homecoming was a time for dancing and having fun, so that is exactly what she did for the rest of the night.  Maya danced and sang and laughed and had fun with her crazy, wacky group of friends…and she loved every minute of it.