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Have you ever wondered how people come to meet once another?

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Have you ever wondered how people come to meet once another?

Everyone has the same question in mind, whether it is at a different time or different place.

You never know when something might happen, whether it's a good thing or not.

The first time that I met Adalyn was back in 7th grade. At first, I thought she was annoying and only wanted attention, but that grew to not be true.

Gabriela, who I sometimes call Gabi, was always someone I wanted to talk to, but simply couldn't. I can't remember if it was because I was scared or not.

It was a surprised at how many Gabbies I knew.

The ones in my main friend group, Gaby and Gabby, and now Gabi. It was confusing at first when talking to my friends about them, but eventually I learned that if I was to talk about one of them, I would just mention their characteristics.

We were all at the arcade, Gabi and Adalyn playing some random game while I was playing Resident Evil.

"Fuck, I knew I took too many things while playing as Claire." I cursed under my breath, blaming myself for taking so many bullets and green herbs as her.

Now, because I took so much shit, Leon didn't have enough resources to survive.

Soon enough, the 'Game Over' screen popped on the screen, making me hit the machine in anger.

After that, I went up to Gabriela and Adalyn, who were still playing, and told them I would go back home or something.

I didn't lie to them, I did go home and was about to lie down on the sofa until the phone started ringing.

I picked up the phone and brought it to the sofa with me. The cord was rather long, and you could bring it to the nearest bathroom of the house.

"[L/N] household, who is this?"

"Since when are you so outdated?"

It was Boston. We would call from time to time, but not very often since I was almost never home.

"Well look who it is. What's up? Did something happen?"

He sighed over the phone, telling me that something did in fact happen, but that he won't tell me.

"I guess I was just bored, wanna go out or something? Maybe go shopping?"

I thought about it for a second, then agreed. I didn't always go out shopping since I would normally spend my money on movie renting or game buying, but it was something me and Boston did at times to relax.

We agreed on meeting on the Grab-N-Go, and then we would head to the nearest mall, it being Cherry Creek, which was renovated a long time ago, in the '50's.

"Are you feeling alright?" I asked Boston as I saw him head towards me, in the candy section of the Grab-N-Go.

"Yeah, my parents just got into an argument because my dad forgot to pay the water bill."

I hissed, "Shit, I'm sorry. If you want, you can spend some time in my place."

He shook his head and told me that it was fine, his dad will pay today and they'll eventually get back the water.

I felt terrible for him, he always had something bad happening to him and his family.

I grabbed a few water bottles and paid for them, handing them to Boston, "Keep them, and don't stay dehydrated."

He shoved everything we got in his backpack, which he had decided to bring in case we actually decided to buy some clothes.

We headed out the doors, and without glancing at a certain someone who was clearly pissed, we rode our bicycles towards the old mall.

Once we got there, we went from store to store, buying some jeans, shirts and jewelry.

I bought flared jeans, a tight black long sleeve shirt and a classic jacket you would see a 'bully' wear in movies.

Boston bought straight jeans that fitted slightly baggy on his skinny self, a black hoodie.

He would wear stuff like that, not too fashionable but still better looking than a few other boys who decided to wear their pajamas to school.

We went to many stores, some including a wedding store, which made me stop in my tracks and make him wear a wedding dress.

We got a few blank stares, a few in shock and others were in disgust, but we didn't care one bit, we were having fun and forgetting everything bad that had happened that day.

Me, Gabby, Boston and Kaylee were the ones that would normally go out shopping.

Gaby was always busy with the yearbook, making me wonder if I would also be that busy once I get inside.

Ren didn't go out as much, mostly because her family is moving away, so we wouldn't see her as much as we did now.

And Aryanah...

Aryanah and I have been having some troubles in our friendship, Boston and Kaylee witnessing it.

I told Gabby about it, mostly since we had switched from having Gym to other classes.

She has Family CSI, me and the others, but Gaby, had Keycode.

I still didn't know what Gaby had, but I believe it was Business Class.

Aryanah was dating this guy, something along the lines of Jackson, and she told us a few days back that this guy liked her.

I told her otherwise. The guy goes to our school, but he went to class during the night, only showing up after morning classes for basketball and football practice.

He doesn't even know her, that was what I told her, but she insisted that her boyfriend was right, specially since they knew each other.

A friend of mine liked the same guy we were talking about, but I didn't bring her up, mostly because I'm sure she wouldn't enjoy the idea.

Aryanah was a pretty wild card, and in the group, she was clearly the least liked.

"Are you joining the yearbook next year?" Asked Boston, in hope that he wouldn't be alone with our art teacher.

"Yeah, but good luck if I don't, then may the gods bless and watch upon you, cause the teacher is gonna be all up your arse." I joked and laughed with him, even though we both knew I was being truthful on my words.

"I'll miss both Gabbies." He confessed and I agreed with him.

12th grade did things differently to 11th and 10th, and they would be far more busy than they already are.

"Thank God for already having an idea of what I'll do with my future." I whispered.

He laughed, "Party all night?"

I scoffed, "You know I hate parties!"

He laughed for a while then stopped to catch a breath.

"I should go," He stated, "don't get yourself killed."

I waved bye to him as I watched his figure ride away on his bike and grabbed my own, heading my way home.

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