My UNFATED Mate
she murmurs, her voice sweet, "And I know you'll be in trouble with Devil when we get back. She really hates it when people don't do what she says… she also hates when her boyfriend takes her best friend to go off alone for hours and do god knows what.”
"You're not really her best friend, dumbass. She hates you," I laugh, throwing away the gauze and crossing my arms. There's something really weird about this woman.
"She doesn't hate me. She loves me,” she assures, "We're just... a different kind of friends. You may not understand because you haven't grown up with us, but this friendship that seems so weird and so unnatural to everyone is as normal to us as breathing. Daring each other, fighting, insulting each other, hating each other... it's just for fun. We are very much alike and that makes us clash, but it also means we understand each other better than anyone else. Devil is much more mine than yours, she’ll always be.”