Friends are great

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I walk to class with her, seeing her smile makes me feel safe. Her name is Polly and she has short black hair. I cant help but stare at her during class. I hope we get to sit together next block. Also hi, I'm Elizabeth.

"Ohhhh ohhhhhh!!"
-Polly

"Taaaake meeee by the haand!!!"
- Elizabeth

We sang together while walking to class. Its so funny when we do because we are so off pitch. I don't even care who hears since she's the only one I need an opinion from.

When we enter the classroom we get placed together and I'm so happy. I just can't believe what's we have sitting together in every class. I cant ever concentrate in class with her around. She's so quiet when class starts and I just admire her cute little nose and how it twitches when she's behind on the notes. Ah the notes shit.

After class we head over to English. We chose a book for a group project last week, me and Polly chose the same one so we'd be together.

"Ok, in the moby dick group we have Jake, Polly, Sam, Richard and Elizabeth." -teacher

I light up with joy hearing we are together in this group.

"Sit at your assigned tables and chose a group leader." -teacher

I secretly hope that I get leader, I love helping out and making sure everything goes right.

"Well its either you or Polly because we don't want to lead"-Sam

Its going to be me yay!

"Polly"-rest of the group.

My heart stops and I feel a put in my stomach. She barely does any work how will she lead us.

"Yeah you'll great!" I say

Well she's better than me and had the better grades so it should be fine.

We head lunch and I offer for Polly to sit with me since her and her boyfriend just broke up.

"Yeah, I think that would be better"

I'm so grateful she wants to sit with me. We go and eat while my other friends plays her phone. Polly and I start singing the same song again laughing and giggling.

We go home together for a sleepover since its Friday. We get in the car and her mom and I have a brief conversation about musicals since we both enjoy them so.

When we get to her house I realize it smells of her, I make sure to mental note the smell.

"Let's go to my room"

"Okay!"

We sit and talk about bad relationships and failed crushes. I tell her we need to read our part of the book, she says she'll do it later.

I read my part while she does some chores

We head over for her skating practice. I sit at the rink since I don't skate. I watch her twirl and glide. She's like a princess of grace I've never been so in trance in my life.

Afterwards we get some food and just chill out for a bit.

When we get back she takes a shower and when she comes back in I see her wet hair. I wonder how someone can be so beautiful with wet hair and pj's. I admire her so much, I never want this to end.

We start talking and she tells me that she misses her ex so much. I comfort her and tell her that they were the problem and that she needs to realize that.

"Thank you, I'm so glad we're friends"
She says with a smile.

My heart pained but I know it would be wrong to take advantage of her vunarblity.

"I'll always be here, because you're my best friend."

I know I must wait until she is completely over her ex. I still don't know if she feels the same way though. I'm hoping so.

We then fall asleep in the same bed.

Her mom walks in shaking me
"Polly wake up"

"I'm Lizzy"
-me

"Sorry dear I cant tell you two apart you sleep so similarly"
-Pollys mom

"Don't worry about it!"
I say smiling.

We even sleep similar, wow we were made for each other. I'm so happy to have her in my life.

I go home and jump on my bed, thinking of how amazing she is. I forgot the best part. She let me sleep in her Hoodie and let me keep it. I wore it to sleep the rest of the week since it smelled of her.

I cant wait for this project with her, itll be so good. Even if I'm not the leader, she's a better choice. She smarter, skinner, prettier, interesting, talented and just wow. Shes everything I want and want to be. Imagine if she felt the same, I'd never let her go.

I cant wait for monday.

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