My Best Friend's Bad boy Brother
“It is not. It is not complicated, Dylanne. It's just simple communication. Or do you enjoy being treated like this? I, for one, hate the way she's acting right now.”
Kim had been my best friend for years, since college. When we'd usually have fights like this, I gave her space and she would come around.
But Kendall had a point, everyone did. Maybe I should try to talk to her anyway. I was genuinely scared she'd hurt herself; rushing here showed I still cared to the bone. She couldn't just throw years of our bond away.
“Okay,” I said. Kendall smiled, sat beside me, placed a comforting hand on my shoulder, and pulled me into a warm embrace until I dozed off.
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