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It's like everything in my life revolves around Jackson now.
I hated it.
I hate when my other friends at school try and make him our topic everytime.
I hate when people come up to me only to ask me about him.
But I most especially hate it when it was Momo who butts him into our conversation.
We barely even talk about us anymore, me and her,
Because all I ever do was hang out with Jackson at school, too afraid to tell him off, or to tell everyone else that "No, we weren't dating," or "No, I don't actually want to date him."
I miss Momo so much.
I miss it when it was just me and her.
When I reached our house, I rushed up to my room, hid under my blankets, and cried for hours.
I woke up, perhaps, a few minutes later when someone knocks on my door.
"Go away, mom. I don't wanna talk," I say, my voice muffled.
However, when my door cracked open and a familiar voice responded, instead, I immediately got up.
"It's me, actually."
Momo stood by my door, peeking through it.
"May I come in?"
I rolled my eyes. "You're already in."
Momo shrugged innocently, "What do you mean? I'm still outside your room."
I pouted. "Just come in already."
She chuckled lightly before walking in, shutting the door and sitting next to me on my bed.
When neither of us spoke, I oddly didn't feel nervous at all.
In fact, it was comfortable, the silence between Momo and I.
And then, she spoke, "I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to upset you."
I frowned at her. It wasn't even her fault I'm upset.
It was my fault. It always has been.
If only I was brave enough to tell people off; tell them no; tell them what I want and what I don't without the fear of them, hating me always getting the best of me;
Maybe if I could actually bear the thought of people hating me for once, or if I could bear the idea of not having to please everyone with the things I say and do,
Maybe Momo wouldn't be apologizing right now.
Maybe we hadn't gone into a fight.
But, at some point, I think it's okay that we did.
Because if we didn't, then I wouldn't have any reasons to pull Momo in for the tightest hug right now.
I buried my face to her shirt and cried there.
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my favorite girl
FanfictionNayeon and Momo have been the best of friends since they were five. Momo's family moved to the house next door to the Im's, and it all started there. (Nayeon hates the way she blinks. It was too fast.)