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Chapter 10 : Not a bad day
Darius opened the door of his apartment, carrying a large white bag. He walked in to put them down on the table. Ryan came in with two bags in both hands. Following his friend, he gave a light push on the door to close it.
“Hah…” Darius threw his whole body on the couch near the balcony from where they can see the neighborhood behind, “I never really thought you’d be buying those beers,” he snickered as Ryan’s face flushed, he plopped beside him.
“Not if you weren’t mad,” Ryan placed his head on the headrest of the couch, staring the ceiling he spread his arms along the headrest, one arm behind his friend’s back, “We are yet to be 18, you know that, right?”
Earlier, Ryan pulled him to take him to the convenience store near the café. He dragged him there straight to the beverage sections when Darius pulled him back, clutching his forearm tightly, “Ryan! Why did you take me here? You’re not thinking of buying alcohol
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