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i flung my body across to see a geordie boy, "will!" i grinned from ear to ear flinging my arms around his neck, "you haven't been out in ages." i smiled at him contagiously.

"been back home flor." he laughed, "after the break up i just wanted to be with my family." he sighed, weakly smiled at me, "how've you been though?"

"alright." i shrugged, sipping my drink, "can we sit down?" i complained looking at two spots on the sofa, he nodded and we walked over. the two of us carried on chatting about what we have been doing and both getting a bit too drunk.

constantly as i spoke to will i felt eyes burning into me, i knew exactly who it was and i wasn't happy about it, i flung my head around and the drinks effects on me showed, "stop fucking looking at me or you'll regret it." i shouted at the ginger boy.

ethan simply laughed, at my words but also at the anger in a face, i was fuming the fact he was even staring at me talking to my friend.

i flung my head back around to will, "sorry will but i'm going to go." i sighed pulling my dress down and wondering out of the crowded room to the back garden. i sat at the table on the porch, drinking my pink gin and staring at the beautiful sunset view, thinking about the fact that if i hadn't given ethan permission to kiss me a few weeks before our friendship wouldn't have changed, we would probably be in there entertaining everyone right now. we would be being the duo that everyone saw us as.

i was deep thought when i heard the glass door slide open and shut, i turned my head to look back, it was my 5'10 bestfriend, harry. "you okay?" he cooed, tapping me back while sitting in the chair just a few inches away from me.

i shrugged, i knew he would have questioned ethan and cal why i hadn't been around them last night and today. "don't know." i groaned.

"did you actually kiss ethan and air him?" harry sighed, looking at the sunset, not making any eye contact with me.

the two of us down sat there, me trying to string the sentence together and him sighing every few seconds, he turned his head to look at me now and i buried my face in my hands, i could potentially loose closeness with my friend group of 2 years because a stupid kiss, but it felt right. so why was i regretting it.

i took a moment before looking up at harry, "i didn't intentionally air him, i just didn't know what to say to the boy." i chewed the inside of my cheek, "like, 'hey, am i a good kisser, you're a good kisser.'" i giggled, "it's just awkward he is my bestmate of 2

years, and not once have we had a conversation like that." i played with my ring on my hand.

harry looked at me, sighing carefully. he knew how close ethan and i were. him and cal would sometimes joke about how close me and ethan are but they were never serious, they always knew me especially would never go there. i looked up at a mouth opened harry, "how about you go have a conversation with him now, you can't tell you are both in a mood tonight?" harry suggested, biting his lip.

"he'll shout at me again." i groaned, letting out another sigh.

harry laughed slightly, "he won't, if you trying to sort it."

"you don't know hi, when he is drunk then, clearly." i giggled.

"hey, i've known him way longer than you, you silly bitch." i laughed, standing up and indicating for me to get up, "come on just talking to him." harry groaned.

"fine." i reached for his hand to pull me up, we walked in and i instantly feel awkward approaching ethan, many thoughts ran through my head. as his eyes pulled into mine, stopped. i stood still. pulling my hand out and ushing him over to me. he cocked his head at first then picked up his drink and can towards me.

i began walking back to the porch, him following me. i threw myself back in the chairs, groaning.

"what's up?" ethan rubbed his eyes.

"you know what's up ethan." i chewed my cheek, heavily breathing glancing at the ginger figure but not being able to keep my eyes straight on him.

he rolled his eyes, taking a sip of beer, "you're fucking high, fuck sake." i shouted, noticing the redness in his eyes.

"just fuck off then ethan." i groaned in annoyance.

throwing my head back he repsonded, "i'm not high flor, hayfever." he hummed looking at me.

"oh." i sighed looking him in the eyes, "ethan, i didn't air you. you didn't even text me and i didn't know what to text you."

"oh." he bit his lip. "what are we doing flora." he looked at me in utter confusion, "this is so confusing to me flo."

"i know, me too ethan." i yawned, "i can't stand be funny by myself though." i smiled at him, looking through the glass doors.

a/n

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