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she asked me. "Ghino Frost," Dylan heaved an abrupt sigh but he was still trying to be positive. "No, that's not the name of the person she mentioned to me before." Mom's mood changed as though she seemed to understand what was going on. "She told me that she loves her best friend. What's her name again...?" Before Mom could finish her sentence, I reached out to Dylan's hand and dragged him away from the stall by force. I even ignored the fact that his plastic bags were thrown away.

He nods at me before going to the fridge and pulling out some chicken breasts. “Hot chicken salad good for you?” Taylor asks. “Sure,” I respond, trying to keep the panic out of my voice. Taylor flicks on some music, which I immediately recognise as the album 'Mimosa' by Fun Lovin’ Criminals. The soothing sounds fill up the silence and help to dissipate some of the tension. I dig through the fridge, pulling out things to throw in the salad while Taylor browns off the chicken. All the while I am hyper-aware of his every move.

I answer, aware of everyone’s eyes on me. “You two should just get a room already,” Ben says, accenting his snarky remark with a drum roll. SMASH SMASH BOOM BANG. "Seriously Ash, you know what they say about Irish guys." Lyall’s face turns white, mine turns red. Felix sends Ben a withering glance, and Alastaire stares at Lyall in alarm. “Enough messing around,” Felix says. “Let’s do this. From the top. Elliot, tone down the bass after the first verse, it’s getting too heavy. Ashling, take the A major chord at the start down to a B. Let’s go.”

' I scolded myself. I then decided to listen to some music. I pressed the shuffle button on my phone and soon the lyrics of What best friends do by jewel Damina filled the room. Ain't it easy doing life with you. Slaying dragons next to you. Hop on the plane just to find you Cause that's what best friends do. You got my back anytime any day Hold me down if it doesn't go my way. I wanna know how I hit the jackpot. Guess it's just my luck.

~I break down, only alone I will cry out loud You'll never see what's hiding out Hiding out deep down, yeah, yeah I know I've heard that to let your feelings show Is the only way to make friendships grow But I'm too afraid now, yeah, yeah~ -(Sia) Unstoppable ---- ----- -- ----- ----------- --------- ---------- ----------

The letters sitting side by side made each sentence which gave me shock after shocks. "Dear diary, I know I had said that you are my only friend but today I found another one. He is so cute and chubby and he didn't mock me for my stuttering. He was like me without any friends. He said he will be my best friend so I named him chubby bro. He also gave me a cute name, a little doll. I'm so happy, finally I have a friend, a best friend. I don't think I'll need you again dear diary because now I have someone to play with. From now on I'll write about what me and my chubby bro did."

The bandmates watched as I zipped out my guitar and stood there in silence trying to think of a new beat. I finally came up with one. To think it would be because of my mom's favorite band. Pop Sic. I played the guitar solo for Pop Sic's Sugar-like Addiction. The bandmates of Mange were tilting their heads in confusion when all of a sudden a plump cafeteria lady left her station to come out and sing the lyrics. "Where's my sugar, sugar, sugar baby?! Sugar, sugar, sugar, give it all to me! Don't care if you have anotha

She seemed like she was saying, "I want to eat also." I took out a piece of crisps and fed it to Fatty. Fatty was stunned for a moment. She smelled it and found it didn't suit her appetite. But she still reached out her head and touched the crisps. As soon as she took a lick, Fatty ate it. It seemed tasty. We were lying on the sofa cozily. There was TV drama on the TV. If anyone saw it, they would definitely feel that the scene was strangely warm. I watched TV and soon a bag of chips was finished. I threw the bag to Fatty. Fatty looked at it and was smart enough to ignore it.

The man sat with his long legs crossed, leaning back into the black leather chair. Fingers gloved in white tapped rhythmically against the armrest while the young girl standing before him nervously fidgeted with the hem of her newly purchased blue dress—bought specifically for this visit to the duke’s estate. Damian, however, sitting there and waiting for something remotely interesting to happen, was bored to death.

It felt like forever until my breathing started evening out and the blasted fan finally came back into focus. “I knew you were worried about the report you would have to give me about that fan all this time,” Layton grinned and rolled over, bringing my head down on his chest. “Oh, and I promised you chicken pie. I just realized I never got around to feeding you before I dragged you to bed. Are you hungry? We could make an almost midnight feast out of it.” Lazily, I stretched out my jellylike limbs. “I’m way too wobbly to trust my legs right now.”