Chapter 17: A Few Years Apart, One Week Reunited

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(This chapter takes place between Chapters 7, 8, and 9)

Phoenix Arizona

Kyrie invited me over to her house for a sleepover, I guess. I haven't seen her in a long time. Fifth grade was a while ago, the only thing that's changed about me is my popularity, which I hate, and my hair. I was Blonde before, now it's dyed Red, Orange, and Yellow all in my hair. She's probably changed a lot, other than talking a bunch which is still the same as the old Kyrie. I made it up the porch and before I could knock, she pulled me in, upstairs, and into her room. She hadn't changed and was still the same. She had that cute smile and those glittery eyes. I felt my face getting hot as if I was blushing. But, I couldn't be, that's impossible. I've never liked someone to this length before. But, I can't help but feel like I'm ok with this. Like I feel safe...We've known each other for four years and she hasn't changed while I have somewhat. She always made me smile whenever we sat in the cafeteria or when we'd listen to music together when we used to ride the bus till we started walking home together. Whenever we ate candy and our tongues changed color, she'd like something to watch the color slide off. It'd always make me laugh at how experimental she was with this kind of thing. She licked my nose once making me blush. She giggled a lot and I thought I would've been mad, but I couldn't help but smile at hearing her happy. Kyrie means a whole lot to me and I don't want her to be hurt. If someone does hurt her, they're not gonna be conscious in the next few seconds. I know I shouldn't be violent, it's just....I'm very protective over my friends. It's how I've always been around them. After that, we watched movies, ate popcorn, y'know, the usual. The next morning, after we woke up, I didn't realize how close I was until I saw her and felt my face burn red with embarrassment. After all that, I went home, not seeing her again till I went back to school and over to the lunch table. But, I don't understand.....why do I feel as if I'm in....LOVE?!

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