"What's it like, being the least favorite friend?" He spat, glaring down at me.
I really didn't mind being the tokened 'least favorite friend, actually. It really wasn't as bad as people made it out to be. Or maybe I just didn't feel much anymore, it hurt at first, knowing I was the person people would go to only when they had no one else to talk to and they didn't want to seem lonely. But not anymore, being the third wheel was better than nothing, and nothing wasn't much good at all. Perhaps I was a wheel on a completely different car on a completely different road in a completely different country. But I was a wheel and I was here, and that was better than nothing.
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drabbles by me
RandomJust a bunch of little stories I write and have nothing to do with. Some are better than others. lol. I hope you like all the stories I write, bc I love to write them. <3
