“Fine, I think I'm going to see if Mom can go ahead and pick me up then,” Tamara sighed.
“I'll see you later,” Amber hugged her and made her way back to the refreshment table.
“Did Tamara find you?” Joshua asked, “She looked pretty bummed out.”
“Yeah, she's going to go ahead and go home,” Amber nodded, “She wanted to go out to eat, but I told her I'd catch up with her tomorrow.”
“Did you want to hang out with her?”
“Yeah, but I want to hang out with you too,” Amber nodded.
“So go get her. We'll all go get something to eat,” Joshua said, “They're back to their techno torture.”
“Thanks Joshua,” Amber said and ran off to catch Tamara before she called her mom.
“Hey, I talked to Joshua and if you still want to go grab a bite to eat, let's get moving,” Amber said.
“Come on then,” Tamara said and kicked off her shoes, “These heels are killing my toes.”
“That's why I wore flats,” Amber laughed.
“Hey, Tamara!” Doug shouted over the crowd, “Do you and Amber want to come hangout with us?”
“Nah!” Tamara shouted back, “It's my turn to ditch you.”
“Really? Did you tell Amber that Joshua Nelson will be there?” he called back.
“I think you're talking about the wrong Joshua!” Amber said, pushing open the door and stepping out into the warm night air, hand-in-hand with the right Joshua.
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