𝘔𝘖𝘕𝘖𝘊𝘏𝘖𝘗𝘚𝘐𝘚 ❁ 𝘑𝘑 𝘔𝘈𝘠𝘉𝘈𝘕𝘒 & 𝘒𝘐𝘈𝘙𝘈 𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘙𝘌𝘙𝘈

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𝘚𝘺𝘭𝘷𝘪𝘦'𝘴 𝘗𝘖𝘝

"Dude! Come on, man. Get outta here" Is the first thing I hear when I wake up, groaning in annoyance at the loud voice of JJ Maybank.

"Morning, Kie. Morning, Vie" I hear John B speak.

"Morning" We mumble sleepily in unison.

I open my eyes and pull myself up, letting out a soft yawn just as a blonde girl exits JJ's room.

The sight of the dishevelled looking girl leaving the Maybank boy's room causes my heart to sink and leaves me feeling sick but I ignore it, giving the girl a tight lipped smile.

She returns the smile and leaves without a word, letting me groan and flop back onto the bed. Kiara pulls me into a hug and I gratefully accept, snuggling into her for comfort.

"Boys ain't shit" The Carrera girl mumbles and I giggle.

"Amen to that" I reply.

"Good morning, girls" A cheery sounding JJ exclaims.

"Morning" Kiara and I reply shortly.

"What's wrong with you two?" He asks, opening the fridge "You on your period or something?"

"He did not" I mutter.

"Oh, he did" Kiara scoffs.

"Can I kill him?" I ask the girl.

"Not yet, sweetie. We have a plan, remember?" She reminds me and I groan loudly.

Kiara and I made a stupid plan when we were eleven to kill the boys if they don't prove themselves useful by the time they turn twenty We were mad at them for some reason and the plan is now one of our many inside jokes.

"What's this I hear about a plan?" JJ asks curiously and I feel him flop onto the bed, tugging me off Kiara.

"It's a secret" I huff, swatting his hands away and hugging Kiara tighter, making the girl laugh as she pets my hair soothingly.

"I want a hug" JJ whines, tugging the back of my top.

"Go find your own girlfriend then" Kiara tells him sassily and I twirl her curls around my finger.

"She's not your girlfriend anymore" JJ grumbles.

Kiara and I were an item at one point in the past. It was 8th grade and we had both just came to the realisation that we liked girls after kissing each other at a kegger. We dated for a couple months before deciding that we were better off as friends and we broke up.

Honestly, it was for the best. Kiara is my best friend and I love her to death, but she's just not the person I'm supposed to end up with.

"For now" The Carrera girl retorts confidently.

"Just fourteen years, Kie. We're almost there" I assure her.