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And text me when you get home. CASSIEL: I love you. CASSIEL: I love you so much! CASSIEL: So fucking much! I roll my eyes at the phone’s home screen. When I look up from my phone, Carrie stands there, looking at me like she needs an answer. “When does he ever make it to our plans?” I loop her hands with mine. “Let’s get inside and have a good time. Maybe find you a man for a change.” I smile at my best friend. "You need someone in your life who treats you the best." She smiles right back at me. “I’m going to take you up on that."

“Sorry about Ava, I admit, I was jealous of her. She suddenly announced on national TV that my best friend was hers and I was so jealous and hurt, I didn’t realize that I was hurting you in the process. Astrid you and I have been friends for way too long and I love you so much as if you were my sister. Nobody has ever threatened our friendship until Ava.” I sigh, my anger dissipating. “Lily, I love you so much and you will always, always be my best friend. If you were a man I would have probably married you a long time ago.” She giggles and holds my hand. “Ava is nothing but my client and maybe, a friend but not my best friend. You will always be my best friend and I love, love, love you my

You’re a great friend And I love u, I love you more Tina, She will talk to u later bye call end. So for the past few weeks it has been a romantic week with max so She went back to painting it was already afternoon and she starving so She made myself lunch after lunch She took a nap when She woke up She checked her phone to Max’s missed call and message She opened the message ,it said your the best thing that has happened to me in a long time please keep been you I love you have a blessed and beautiful day darling, I smiled at the text I was thinking of what to reply I had my doorbell I went to check it was max with a flowers at my apartment door.

Levrae I had too much to drink. Not enough to embarrass myself in front of everyone, just enough to make the world feel softer around the edges. Enough to laugh a little too loud at things that weren't even funny. Enough to forget, just for a moment, that I was eighteen years old and already being passed around like a business arrangement. Today was meant to be the day I'll get to meet my mate. The mate I've been waiting and passively preparing for all my life.

Now we no longer have any secrets between us and boy does it feel good. “I know you’re my best friend, Elinda; you always have been, and you would never stop being my best friend. I love you so much, girl.” I said, and she began jumping happily. We both laughed, did our signature bestie handshake, and fell on the bed still laughing. Woah… It felt good not to be thinking about the problems hanging over my head. I didn’t want to think of the possibilities that I might have lost my job and the contract forever.

"I'm sorry too. I should have been honest. With you. With her." We didn't make plans to see each other. We didn't declare anything. But something shifted—a door opening, just a crack. Maybe, someday, we could be friends. Real friends. Without the mess. I wrote Ava another letter. Not the kind I'd left in her locker—desperate, pleading, full of excuses. But an honest one. The kind I'd never send. Dear Ava,

When I realised that something was wrong and tried to leave, it was already too late. "Roxy, it's 50 million dollars! 50 million! I'll never be able to pay back, even if I were to work for the rest of my life!" my best friend, Amber Stone, exclaimed. "But you'll be able to save me! God gave you this crescent moon-shaped birthmark on your stomach so that you could help me pay off my debt!" I gasped as fear gripped my neck, unable to breathe.

Lee tease me and laugh. I smile to her. "You know if you are someone else, I will beat a shit out of you but you are my best friend and yes she is beautiful but HER BEAUTY IS ONLY FOR MINE"

I smiled when I remembered the first time we became best friends. “I mean, your dynamic is just...” she mimics firework sounds. “Yeah. She's literally the best” I say with a smile. “Crazy, no doubt. And she doesn't hesitate to play the 'I'll go to war for you' card.” “¡Te amo mejor amigo! Nunca lo olvides, ¿vale? (I love you my best friend! Don't you ever forget that, okay?)” I suddenly heard her shout out. “¡Yo también te amo Isa! ¡No lo olvides tampoco! (I love you too, Isa! Don't you forget that either!)” I shouted back.

LAYTON “Yeah? I bet you can get it in two tries.” Marissa giggled, crumbling two sheets of paper into her hand and shooting them one after the other in the general direction of the trash can in the corner of my office. Both pieces of paper landed way short of their target. I laughed and gave her a pat on the back. “What did we bet again?” She shot me a playful glare, elbowing me in the stomach. “Double or nothing.” I motioned for her to go ahead, desperately wanting to wrap my arms around her. It had been a week since our date at the Freedom Trail and the night that followed. It had been, without a doubt, one of the best nights of my fucking life.