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That’s how it should be. Preparing the lies, as they say!!! We also took lots of pictures as evidence to back up our story and to answer any questions about how we met. He even made a FaceApp account for me that had our photos. Even on his personal account, our pictures were there—on his profile picture, on his latest posts with captions like, ‘the best feeling with the best girl.’ Of course, my friend requests exploded. Some good, some bad. I expected it. One post showed us hugging on a boat, grinning from ear to ear. I remember that day. We weren’t fighting much anymore—just one look and we already knew what each other meant.

Right from when we were both kids,my sister was the perfect daughter, she always did what was expected of her when it was expected of her and as a result was everyone's favorite, but I didn't mind, in fact loved it, because with everyone's attention on her, I was free to do what I wanted whenever I wanted. One day when I was fourteen I came in here with the boy I was dating and a bunch of our other friends, and one of the kids dared us all to go off deeper into the woods by ourselves and bring back a kill. Somehow I got lost and stumbled into the fayronas territory. I would have had my soul sucked out but I made a bargain to give them two other souls

With his shaggy brown curls framing his face, he was that guy who could be either your best friend or your best lay. Since I did have Layton in my life, I decided immediately that I was adopting Craig from Layton as my male best friend. Both of the men had a good laugh when I told them that earlier, but Craig slung his arm around my shoulders and with a wide grin, told me he agreed to become my newest, bestest friend. His words. In my opinion, Layton was by far the hottest, sexiest guy on planet earth. No one held a candle or even a wick against him, but Craig came in a close second. I was now the proud possessor of the sexiest boyfriend and the second hottest male best friend.

Hank said in his deep, booming voice. "I can't imagine feeling so nervous for one simple ceremony and notification," I heard Amy say beside me. I agree with her. "Once Matched, we will also share the location of your partner so you may get to know them personally. You will also be able to contact them through the app if they are not within your vicinity. What you do next will depend on you and your partner," Hank continued. Many people reacted positively at this. Some giggled, losing some of their anxiety over the thought of finally meeting their future wife or husband.

My fingers trembled slightly as I set up my profile, choosing a recent photo where I was smiling and holding Melody. “Here goes nothing,” I muttered, starting to swipe through potential matches. Suddenly, a familiar face popped up on my screen. My eyes widened in shock as I read the name. David. Alpha of Darkmoon Pack. Looking handsome as hell. Without thinking, I swiped right. It was an instant match.

We had a lot to talk about even though we spoke on the phone basically everyday. It made me feel even more guilty knowing that my visit had ulterior motives. I set aside my guilty and text Luke Me: call be in exactly five minutes. Luke: ‘thumbs up emoji’ I change Luke’s contact name from My favourite problem to Papi Chulo. It felt like the most ‘serious boyfriend that was my best friend’ kind of pet name. I then excuse myself to go to the bathroom and deliberately leave my phone right next to my mom on the couch. I stay there waiting for my phone to ring. In what I would assume was exactly five minutes my phone rings. I flush the toilet then make my way towards the living area.

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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

Ashley pouts, her lips downturned but her eyes giving her away—disappointment and longing written all over her face. "Is the D really that good?" Chelsea asks, smirking over her coffee. "Better," Ashley says without hesitation, her tone so flat it's clear she's not exaggerating. I nearly choke on my donut. Fantastic. Now my appetite's gone. Nothing kills a sugar rush faster than hearing your best friend rate your brother's dick like it belongs on Yelp. Tuning them out before Ashley can scar me further, I slide my phone out of my pocket and open the group chat. My thumb hovers for a second, hesitation twisting in my gut like it always does when I feel like I'm bothering them while they're han

“If you’d like to do the research yourself, I’d be more than willing to help you out.” I stared at the new message, pursed my mouth together in disgust, and tried to think of what would catch her attention. I pulled up a picture of myself, after scanning through a few dozen. Most of them featured me with the closest guy I could call a best friend, Jess, one brother of a set of twins. I scrolled through until I found a casual photograph of me alone that I’d taken to add to my I*******m account while I was at one of the many museums around Chicago, and then added text.