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“You can’t be in it Chris. You’re not slutty enough.” “I’m crying real tears,” Chris said with a chuckle. “In fact, once you marry that stick-in-the-mud actor, you’ll be lucky to be allowed to join us for drinks,” he added. “Asshole,” Chris snarled. “Traitor,” Roger retorted as he stuck out his tongue. “He’s not answering his phone,” I complained as I held my cell phone to my ear. “Welcome to the world of ‘One Night Stands’,” Roger said flippantly.

Same bed but it feels just a little bigger now Our song on the radio, but it doesn't sound the same When our friends talk about you, all it does is just tear me down 'Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name It all just sounds like ooh, ooh, ooh, Hoo Mm, too young, too dumb to realize That I should have bought you flowers And held your hand Should have give you all my hours When I had the chance Take you to every party 'cause all you wanted to do was dance Now my baby's dancing But she's dancing with another man My pride, my ego, my needs, and my selfish ways Caused a good strong woman like you to walk out my life Now I never, never get to clean up the mess I made, oh And it haun

I said and we all started laughing. "Anyways, Claire about yesterday...I don't mind what you did."I said. "Really! Wait...did something good came out as a result?" she asked excitedly. "No." I said sighing. "I guess we will have to try harder girls because our sweet friend here is a little dumb in this love area." Claire said sighing. They all giggled. "Ok. Got to go. Bye."I said hanging up the call while they were still laughing. My friends will never sit still until I and Mickey are together.

No reaction. Uri patted Neil's pale cheeks and called out: "Neil, wake up!" "Neil! It's me! Wake up!" Neil Royce opened his eyes slowly, his cloudy blue eyes devoid of lifelessness. He looked up slightly for a moment, then parted his pale lips: "U... Uri?" Uri hugged Neil and said in a choked voice: "God, you're awake! It's me!" Neil closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around his friend, the sound of chains hitting each other making a "jingle... jingle..." He weakly smiled: "I think I can't... see you again..."

"You know what, I'm done with hearing your excuses! Go on living in your dream world where you are perfect and everyone else is out to either get you or make your life miserable! But have you ever asked yourself why you can't keep anyone close to you for an extended amount of time? Or am I wrong that the longest you've ever had a relationship with anyone besides Jazz was numbered in weeks? That none of your friends from high school or college or your previous job even send you a birthday message on f******k? Have you ever considered that maybe, just maybe, it's not everyone

“Let’s take it from the top, partner.” The music started again — ‘Another Love’ by Tom Odell — slow, haunting, and aching. Zach’s hand rested on my waist, his movements soft but sure. We fell into rhythm, the kind of rhythm that said we’ve got this. And for the first time that day, I let myself breathe. Until the door creaked open. The shift in air was instant — like a spark in the dark. Even without turning, I knew it was him. Jordan.

"You know, Stephanie? It's funny, when you told me he was in love, I thought, 'Really, can a Greek statue feel anything?'" "That's not an exaggeration, Scarlett. Even with his refined looks and deep, captivating features, he's just a 'heartless machine,' a cold statue found anywhere in the library." When we decide to hate someone, we mock them, isn't it funny? "Anyway, I need to be at that party. I promised Brooklyn." "And Skyler, but I'd rather not mention his name." "Skyler." Stephanie repeated his name with a sarcastic tone. "When will he change, stop looking for girlfriends among cheerleaders? He must love their bitchy faces."

Judy drawled, “When am I officially meeting her?” “Meeting who?” I groaned. She rolled her eyes. “Your new girlfriend, silly.” she laughed. “First off,” I began, “She is not my girlfriend—” “So, a female friend then,” Judy continued, the hope in her voice rising. I sank deeper into my chair, our earlier argument flashing through my mind. “No, not even a female friend.” She can't be a friend. Not after everything that has happened between us. Friends don't grope each other and grind on each other late in the night.

"Lookin' for all my real friends How many of us? How many of us are real friends To real friends, 'til the reel end 'Til the wheels fall off, 'til the wheels don't spin To 3 A.M., callin' How many real friends? Just to ask you a question Just to see how you was feelin' How many?" I hum to the music as I walk down the cracked gravel. "For the last you was frontin' I hate when a nigga text you like, 'what's up, fam, hope you good'

Until finally, he stretched his arms, and looked directly into the strange man's eyes. "Well let me tell you something! You see Sasha here is actually my mate. So, there's no way I'll let you take her from me! " My best friend, Adam declared, his eyes turning a bright orange. And the whole world stopped spinning for a moment as those words lingered in the air. To which I felt my heart fluttering in the wind. Mate! He's finally accepted me as being his mate! But he's still married to that woman. So, how will he marry me then? I wondered as my mind started going haywire with all the possibilities.