I heard knocking at my door, it was around 2 in the afternoon. I got up to answer before I knew it, Andrew used the key to my house to get it, he always knew it was under the carpet at the front. I laughed at him struggling to close the door while he was holding a giant box.
I wondered what it, i would be, but it was too funny to try to say anything. I loved how he struggled to do certain things when his hands were full. After a few minutes i went to help,
"Hey Andrew, what's all this for?" I asked him, "What's in the box?"
"Just a few decorations I need your help deciding which ones would go great for me to use to ask Isabelle out for a surprise date." Andrew replied. "You're my best friend i knew you could help"
I thought to myself, Isabelle? We only met her a few days ago, couldn't he see I liked him? I guess this is how it's going to be...
I guess to him I was always just a friend...
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then i woke up everything was fuzzy , and weird, nobody was home and everything had gone away. from the last few days everything.... was i dreaming all along? was this all just a dream?
was this all just something in my head?
where did everyone go?
it was all just a dream?
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Second Choice
Romancetwo bestfriends, one stranger... how does it go? the one falls for the stranger leaving the other in heartbreak and sadness... will she admit her feelings for her bestfriend or will she decide to leave it alone? will Andrew finally see how Marcia...
