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*I'll consider you. I felt cold. "Kagami." I turned around. Amara came out as I reached my gate. "We are friends." Her words made me blink, the relief I felt then was delayed. "I don't want you to not feel that way." She tilted her head. "I consider you a friend, but... I don't expect you to consider being friends with me in the same way that you do." What?

Amelia immediately asked out of curiosity. Bianca handed her a card that originally came with a rose. Amelia read it and let out a laugh in surprise. "What? The mysterious guy sent something to you again? Flowers? Where?" Without hesitation Amelia rushed into the room and glanced at Bianca's desk. The yellow rose looked striking in the room. Amelia smiled with satisfaction then turned to look at the recipient of the flowers. "Isn't he cute enough to send those flowers as a token of friendship, Bi?" Amelia winked her eyes trying to tease Bianca.

am. I was hoping he and I will grow old together because we are bff’s but it seems, it will not be the case. I have not even called him or messaged him because I am still angry with him. I know it sounds a bit childish, oh hell, it is childish but what can I do? It hurts here,” she tapped her chest. Fidelo smiled and said the first thing that came to his mind, “You love him”. “But of course,” she countered, she is my best friend.” Not that kind of love,” Fidelo tried to explain. Ami shook her head in denial. “Romantic love?Bleh!'' she shuddered. “Haan cguro!” she spluttered. Fidelo scratched his head not understanding what she just said. “Nevermind,” assured Ami. It doesn’t matter. “Anyway,

I simply shook my head and released the hug, "Let's be real, Shan. It would be ruined if it wasn't for you, no matter how much we appreciate people, family, or anything else." He took my face in his hands and wiped away my tears, "Whatever happens, I'll be right beside you. I love you, best friend." I'm all set. I'm ready to express my feelings to him. Today, I'm feeling frisky. "Shan, I have to tell you something," I murmured. "What is it?" I inhaled deeply and gazed into his gleaming dark-brown eyes. "I l —" I was cut off before I could finish when our food arrived, "Ma'am and Sir here is the order of Two Platter of Sizzling Sisig and one pitcher of Iced Tea." Great, I'm hungry as well.

"But I can wait for the one who is meant for me. I know it will happen one day." Estella laughed out loud because of her friend's complaint. She knew that her friend was exaggerating. "Carla, thank you very much." She held her friend's hand to let her know how much she appreciated her care for the family she left behind. “Thank you for what?” "I know you're doing everything you can to take care of my family, and I appreciate it so much. I don't know what I'd do without you. You've been an incredible friend and I can't thank you enough. Please keep in touch, okay?"

WHy DiDnT HE SEnd Me A FRIEND REQUEST! *****************

I ask with a sigh as I stand up from the couch and take my beer with me to the table, sitting down in front of the card. "Poppy 's craving Chinese, figured we'd order from that place up the road" Amelia says deep in thought as she scrolls through what looks like the menu. "Help meee" I mumble helplessly as I pick up the pen and stare down at the birthday card. Amelia's message takes up a whole side of the card, meaning that if I don't write at least half of that then I'm the worst uncle in the world. Amelia smiles, not lifting her eyes up from her phone.

'No friend, on the house'. I said "OK." I felt a little thirsty and drank a long pull on the bottle. It was cold and refreshing. I was thankful at that moment. I should have known something was up when I offered Tammie a drink of my beer and someone stopped me. "Ninguin amigo que sea para ti le conseguire algo." 'No friend that is for you, I will get her something.'

But this… this was four times bigger than his usual bouquets. “I don’t know where you got this kind of best friendship from, but I want it so bad!” Amanda said with a bright, envious laugh. I felt a wave of shyness, acutely aware of the other competitors and their parents glancing in my direction, taking in the spectacular display. Hesitantly, I peeked into the gift bag. Nestled among tissue paper was a small, thick card. Amanda helpfully fished it out and handed it to me.