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Nara pursed her lips then walked forward about to punch before the laughter made her stop. Deana held her stomach, "Gosh, you guys are still cat-rats first." his comment was followed by laughter. Meka and Nara looked at each other. Meka smiled, while Nara grinned to confirm what her friend said. Maybe it is. True friends will remain the same even though they haven't seen you for a long time. Nara's heart was happy. At least she can forget about her fake boyfriend for a while. *** A / N: Sori has the name 'Meka'. XD

You're the one who will give it away because you can't control your powers I smiled at their fighting. It was something that they always did because they were so different from each other. Well, we all were, really. Elena is nice and caring, always worried about other people's feelings, not wanting to upset anyone, and Lillie, well, she is dark. She doesn't care if she hurts anyone. She finds fun in picking on people. Sometimes, it gets a little dark, and we have to talk her down from murder, and then there's me. I don't really know who I am or how i even fit into our friendship i just know that they are the two people in this word that means the most to me and i have always been able to tru

Ria joked and Dani laughed. “We’ll be fine Dani. We’ll be fine. Really fine” Ria said as Dani brought out her phone. “What are you doing?” Ria asked. “Opening an I*******m account” Dani replied as Ria burst into laughter as she watched Dani open an I*******m account. She put her profile picture and turned to Ria. “Let’s take a picture,” Dani said as Dani raised her phone and clicked a picture. Ria watched as Dani posted the picture. I think my sister and I look alike very much.

Jamie expected anger. He expected shouting. He expected Ryan to finally understand that he had crossed a line. Instead, Ryan lifted his fingers to his cheek. He touched the place where Jamie had struck him. Then he smiled. Not mockingly. Not cruelly. Almost gently. Jamie's heart stopped. “What?” Ryan looked directly into his eyes. His smile widened. “You felt it.” Jamie shook his head. “No.” “Yes.” “No.” Ryan stepped closer. Jamie instinctively stepped back. Ryan's voice dropped to a whisper.

[face-palm] Midnight's friend: Make her yours! Midnight: And how do I do that? Midnight's friend: ........ Midnight's friend: I don't know, I'm single ╮(╯▽╰)╭

The words I typed would make me laugh on another day, but I needed to be prepared. Me: Do you have any male friends who might be willing to play pretend? Go on a fake date? Just a few times. Joe: lol Me: I’m serious. I’ll pay. Joe: lol. I don’t but I know someone who might. In a few minutes, my phone chimed with pictures of two guys. We spent a few minutes discussing them, and I settled for Hank. He was the exact opposite of Waylen. Black hair and blue eyes. No mustache or any form of beard. He also looked taller and more muscular than Waylen. That was an advantage in case I needed someone to kick Waylen’s ass.

Nathan, my best friend, only child of his late parents, was the centre of my world, he was the only friend I made while growing up and he had never given me any reason to regret it. Nathan and I had grown up together, shared countless memories, attended the same college and university. Though he graduated before me. I could remember back then in school, while I was being bullied by some group of girls, he came to my rescue and chased them away. Ever since then, he had been putting his eyes on me and making sure I was okay. That was how we ended up becoming best friends. He is 7 years older than me. I am 19 years and he is 26, and it felt surreal that we were finally standing here today, read

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

“Uh, are you sure? I don’t think your friend likes me much. I know she wants my brother but I think she thinks I don’t like her enough for him.” “Siobhan?” I thought about Siobhan’s comment about Carla being weird and decided it was better not to mention that. Instead, I smiled reassuringly at Carla, it was almost her turn to collect her dinner. “Oh don’t worry about Siobhan you just need to get to know her to love her. She’s a good friend, I can tell because we’ve been friends since childhood.” Carla smiled. “Wow, you guys are almost like sisters.” “You could say that.”

I was certain he wouldn't suspect it was me. I settled on the names Ars and Zack. He won't know for sure. He'll believe I'm just one of his avid fans. I also put thought into my profile picture. I snapped a photo of my foot, focusing on the heart-shaped mole on the side of it. Of course, my profile picture isn't a foot. It's just a close-up of that mole. He had no idea I had such a mark on my foot.