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Eighty-Nine- Friends

Author: V.Grey
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-29 19:39:19

Alessandra’s POV

I woke to the sound of giggles and rustling plastic bags. My eyelids felt heavy, my body sore in places I didn’t even remember having. When I cracked one eye open, the first thing I saw was bright copper hair piled high in a messy bun.

“Finally,” Stella said with mock relief, rolling her eyes. “Sleeping Beauty has awoken.”

I groaned, burrowing my face back into the pillow. “What time is it?”

“Past noon,” Bree replied, her voice muffled as she chewed something crunchy. “Here. Have some chips.”

I felt her tap a bag against my shoulder. I peeked up to see Bree sitting cross-legged at the foot of my bed, Stella sprawled beside her with a tub of chocolate ice cream, and Vivian perched primly on the accent chair, scrolling through her phone.

“What…are you all doing here?” I croaked, my throat dry as desert sand.

“Uh, watching over our almost-dead bestie?” Stella said dramatically, gesturing to my bandaged thigh and the bruises peeking out from under my shorts. “Also,
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