Sam.
10 months ago.
Elizabeth sent me home half an hour after I knocked on the door. We'd gone back and forth for a bit before she relented to suggesting the idea to her husband.
She said, word by word, "I don't want Liv thinking that every year we are going to host a party for her. We don't have enough time for that."
I contradicted her, saying, "She wouldn't request it again after knowing what her parent's limits are."
She smiled and said, "True." I was shocked that she gave up so quickly.
She leaned forward with the tea cup sloshing liquid inside. "Sam." I stiffened. "What are your interests with Liv exactly?" I choked on my spit.
"She's been a friend of mine for seven years and counting." I bit out the words.
She leaned back. "That's it?"
I stared blankly.
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She called my home number saying that she would bake one cake, buy some balloons, and leave the rest to me. I asked her if she wanted me to keep it a secret. She let out a dry laugh and said, "Isn't that the point?"
I asked if we would have it at their house, she said sure and hung up.
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Teen FictionAfter the falling out of a relationship between Sam and Liv, both have gone their separate ways. While Liv is trying to forget what happened, Sam is constantly drafting emails that either are too insensitive, or too pathetic. Emails are piling up in...
