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Landon asked. No way was I going to discuss my most embarrassing moment with Landon. Yes, I knew he had been in the picture, but then I just couldn't wrap my head around the events of last night. I was yet to come to terms with finding it comfortable. "I don't know, but I believe that's not the kind of friendship I meant when I said we should be friends.” "It was just a kiss." "Which I know you enjoyed." "We both did." "Can we just not talk about this?" I said, standing to my feet.

Not submission. Not forgiveness. But alignment. We were not friends. We were the storm. And we'd both put an end to the dynasty that tried to bury us both.

It was important to be gentle with her. “I never pretended,” I said as calmly as I could. “Josh and I grew up together. That’s all it ever was for me. Whatever he said doesn't redefine our relationship. It can't happen between us. I told him that." Serena chuckled. "You expect me to believe that?" “Yes, because it’s the truth.” She shook her. “I’m done,” she said. “We’re not friends anymore.” The words made my chest tighten. She was the first friend I made in Ironridge. She stood with me when others stood away.

Together, we navigate the delicate balance between shielding our children and facing the truth head-on. As I reflect on the depth of our friendship and the uncertainties we now face, a sense of gratitude washes over me. I am grateful for the memories we've created, the laughter we've shared, and the unspoken understanding between Tola and me. Our bond may be tested, but I hold onto the belief that true friendship endures.

We were never friends. “I know I hurt you. We were always friends though. No one knows me like you do.” He clenched his jaw and kept his eyes straight ahead. I wanted to say something to make him feel worse, but I couldn’t. I didn’t like being mean, annoying yes, but not mean. We might have a dark past, but I guess we were sort of friends. I always knew I saw a side of Blake that no one else did too. It wasn’t enough anymore though.

And after all that… we would decide. If she still wanted me as her friend. Because lately, it didn’t feel like a friendship anymore. It felt like I was the only one holding on.

This time he also looked irritated. "Aww. You must have thought we had a moment on the bench outside there and we became besties or something." He waited after delivering that part for me to answer but just when I gathered my wits around me to answer he crushed me even further. "We are not friends. I do not care about you or your troubles. I do not plan to care about you. I am not interested in how you navigate repeating a year. We are not brothers in arms just because we are both stuck.

After my meet-up with Owen, a few memories of both of them keep resurfacing. "Well," I began, my voice tinged with a mix of nostalgia and uncertainty, "Owen and I were close friends for a long time. We shared a deep bond, understanding each other in ways that few others could. He was there for me during some of the most challenging moments of my life." I said as the words came out. I paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "But our relationship was complicated. We were more than friends, yet less than romantic partners. We walked a fine line between companionship and something more." I explained.

I turn to face him fully. "You want to know what this is, Julian? It's me living my life. Meeting someone I care about. Building something real." I keep my voice low. Controlled. "That it happens to drive you insane is just a bonus." "I don't believe you." "I don't care what you believe." "We used to be friends." The word hits wrong. "Friends," I repeat. "Is that what you think we were?" "We were roommates. Business partners. We—"

“You mad at me?” I scoffed. Loud. Bitter. “Oh no. Why would I be mad? You just cummed inside me while your mistress walked in. Then told me it was just sex. And now you’re out here acting like we’re old friends catching up over drinks.” He shrugged, completely unfazed. “We are old friends. Technically. From high school. We’ve seen each other naked. That’s usually the foundation of friendship in my world.” “Your world must be really fun at reunions,” I muttered.