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CHAPTER 44 LIZZY’S POV “you said you love me, I say you’re crazy, We are nothing more than friends, You are not my lover, More like a brother, I know you since we were like ten, Don’t mess it up talking that shit, Only going to push me away that’s it, When you say you love me, That made me crazy, Here we go again!” I sang loud in Noah’s car, friends by Marshmello and Annie-marie was one of my favorite jam ever. I chuckled at the way Noah was watching but I did not care right now.

unconditionally As soon as he turned, all the three girls were shocked What is this life without some friends, Its hard to live without those friends they stand by you and with you they fight for you and with you, I love all my friends more than my love many a times All Hearts !!

Krisha added. Three of them chuckle when she said that. "Stop laughing I need the solution." Krisha said with frown. "Well we will give solution but you will not agree with it." Amayra said with serious expressions. "I will, at least tell me first." Krisha said while holding there hands. Three of them looked at eachother smiled and said together ,"Say I love you to your hubby." As they said that throw there hands and said"Are you guys out of your mind?"

He awkwardly rhymes. Then gently jumped down as he sat near the young outsized girl, “Why so sad? Is it because you're little bit bigger than your friends or an heartbreak?" he joked. "Sighed. My father told me this. So I will kindly tell you too. Are you ready to listen?--” "I don't... have any friends." Priscilla answered but kept on crying. Young Randall didn’t know what to do but sat right near her until it's dark.

I showered off his smell and his touch, I hated this part, I didn’t want to have to shower it away every time, but I also couldn’t just risk anyone being able to get a whiff of his scent on my fur. I was an emotional wreck as I lay in my bed after my shower. I didn’t know how much longer I could take all of this. I didn’t know how much longer I could possibly hide this big secret of mine, it was literally eating away at me. My mind was ticking away and I struggled to wind down. I needed some sort of distraction to help me sleep so I plugged in my headphones and dozed off listening to my favourite band, The Fray, whilst my mind also consumed him yet again…

Maya said with a wink. “ Sure I've got the coolest and sweetest voice ” Chris said and wink back at Maya and her heart skipped a beat at that little gesture. Chris chose his own song and and took the mic as the screen lit up behind him and he started to sing. At my worst - Pink sweat Can I call you baby ? Can you be my friend ? Can you be my lover up till the very end ? Let me show you love, oh I don't pretend. Stick by my side even when the world is givin’ in yeah.

He smiled even more when he heard his beautiful voice, he still had a snap snap in his hand, still holding the spoon in his hand. "Hey ba bum ba eh ba bum ba eh ba bum ba eh I'd fight for you Hey ba bum ba eh ba bum ba eh eh ba bum ba eh I'd fight for you Friends are cool but we both know - they don't wanna see us together Don't wanna lose what I live for - I'm willing to do whatever 'cause I don't wanna see you cry Give our love another try I bet we get it right this time As long as you're prepared to fight" As he listens to what he sings, it seems that it is not for him but for the woman he likes. He took a deep breath and just looked at it.

He had gone too far down that f-king rabbit hole, he needed to get out now, before he started f-king rabbits or blowing smoke rings with stoned caterpillars. Vice and Victor were his best friends, but f-k, this was going too far for the sakes of friendship. He needed to do this one last thing, tell them he was done, and then find a pretty, wholesome girl to f-k. One who thought vinyl was for couches and floors, and not for wearing or making beds with.

As painful as it was, I kept trying. My cell phone vibrated somewhere in the house. I went to look for it, foolishly hoping it was my mother. But when I saw “Isis” on the screen, I sighed and brought the phone to my ear while I washed my hands. “Ugh, friend, I'm so tired of Thiago.” She didn't wait for me to say hello. I've never had many friends, and maybe that's why I tolerated the repetitive complaints. “Then break up with him,” I said, without holding back.

Aria teased. Philip flushed. “Aria… do you still believe in love?” Aria went silent, turning to look out the window at the sky. Blue skies, free-floating clouds… that had been her dream during those six months in prison. Freedom. But now that she was truly free, her heart no longer had a home. “I don’t know,” she murmured. “Maybe… I just haven’t met someone who can make my heart race again. Not with this body… Who could ever love someone like me?”