Y'all I was sitting there for like at least 3 minutes with the last chapter trying to publish. And it wouldn't let me. I checked Brooke's stories and her parts could be published. But mine couldn't. I restarted my app and everything. Then I realized I didn't have a title. Ugh.
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It was titled. "The Freaks."
You slightly giggled. Her last story was about some video game character drowning and falling in love with a girl with stitches <<TRUE FANS OF BROOKE AND I WILL GET THIS>>
<<Hold on my dog is scratching at the door>> <<okay back>>
You began to read.
"Once upon a time. There where two girls. Nah just kidding these two where messed up females. Like seriously let me explain."
You giggled again.
"Our main protagonist is named RL. She has wolf ears and a wolf tail. On occasion she can turn into a wolf. Or a puppy. Next we have a girl named Brookie. She was quite obsessed with sugar and she had cat ears with a cat
Tail. Her and RL were best friends in their land. Human race was practically extinct. So they thought..."
You kept reading. It was quite beautiful and you wished you and her could have kept going. It took up the whole composition book though. But that's okay. You got up and slipped the book into your bookshelf, trying to not cry.
Then something slipped out.
A piece of notebook paper. You opened it up.
"Dear (Name),
Hey it's Brooke! I wanted to tell you how beautiful you are. I feel like my time on this earth is shorter now. I don't know why. But I had to get the point across to you. You mean everything to me and you and I will be great authors one day you just wait
Anyways. I hope you like my story! Sorry it took up the rest of the book, I just thought you'd like this. Don't worry. I'll be buying the next notebook! Ha.
So try and always remember you're the most beautiful person I've seen, okay? You're smart too. Don't be hatin' on yourself so much! I should go. I probably won't die anytime soon. Just one of those stupid feelings. Also your coming over in about ten minutes. So I gotta skedaddle!
-Your best friend
-Brooke. "
Tears rolled down your face. Her feeling was right. Because this letter was made right before you came over on that day.
You slipped the letter back into the notebook and slipped that book into your bookshelf, with the other notebooks you two have written in.
You sat on the edge of the bed, crying.
Then you heard a faint "Hello..?" From downstairs.
You stopped.
"Hey, (Name)..?" It said.
It sounded like Dave's voice.
"Hey it's me, Dave. Your sister told me I could just let myself in." You wiped the tears away and opened your door. Beginning for the stairs. Dave turned when he heard the thumps. And he smiled.
"Hey hey." He said. "Your sister told me to just let mysel- hey what's wrong?" His voice kinda softened.
"What...?"
You, being the awkward tomato you are, asked.
"You're crying." He stepped close to feel the dampness of your cheeks. "Who made you cry?" His voice sounding only slightly angry.
You tried chuckling, and wiped the dampness away. "Oh nothing. I mean. No one. Well.. Not
No one.." You said. His blank expression turned slightly to angry concern.
"What happened..? Was
It that guy from your earlier class?"
You shook your head. "No I just .."
You sat down on your couch. "You'll have to let me explain." He sat down beside you. You and he both turned to face each other.
You told him about your best bud and all the things the two of you did together. You told him about that murder. You told him why you spaced out today on the bus and why you where crying. His face looked soft.
Tears began to well in your eyes again and you couldn't stop them. They began to slip down your cheeks.
Dave put a hand on your back and pulled you in close. you didn't even care to pull back. You let him do whatever.
He pulled you to his chest and wrapped his other arm around you.
He was kind of strong for his age.
"I'm sorry."
He said.
Your face was buried into his warm chest and he rested his head upon yours.
"I don't think I really know how it feels to loose someone." He said. "But if it means anything to you, I'll be your friend."
Your heart melted.
You almost didn't believe him. You stayed silent.
"No, I'm serious. I'll hang out with you all the time and also protect you from boys!" He spoke in a light hearted tone.
You giggled slightly. You pulled back from his warm hug and wiped the tears away.
"Thanks Dave." You said to him with a smile.
"No need to thank." He did the Dave voice.
He smiled at you with his cool guy smile.
But then he turned serious. "Are you gonna be okay...?" He asked.
"Like okay okay. Not fake okay."
You smiled and nodded. He smiled and wiped your tears away for you.
"So why did you come over?" You asked in a shaky voice. Only cause you cried so much. You would recover.
"Well I was bored and wanted to see if
You could hang out. Dirk gave your sister my number and she and I were just talking. She told me to let myself in." He went back to cool guy mode.
You nodded. "Oh. Well. What do ya wanna do?"
He thought for a minute. "You haven't been to this side of the town, right..?" You nodded.
He smirked. He took
Your hands and helped you off the couch. "C'mon I've got a great place."
From there he took you to some of the places in walking distance of your house. He took you to a sandwich shop too.
You offered to pay- BUH NO. Cool guy had to handle this one. You two just hung around until it got kind of late and your sister would get home.
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GUYZ did ya like update? I hope it was well enough! I had to throws in some emotion so Dave could get closer to reader-sama. Yeh.
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