Liv.
8 months ago.
I was happy-more than happy-that my parents hosted a party for me. Just a very small one the size of our living room and kitchen with only a handful of people there to smile, but it made me happy.
I wore the kind of smile all day that never erases until you go to sleep. It stays plastered on no matter what because of all the happy emotions.
They said they would never have a party for my birthday. Besides maybe when I was two and they had to host one for relatives.
Two months later, the happy drug wore off.
And now everything was just blank.
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I was confused about everything. I was confused why my parents relented. I was confused why Sam was there a couple of hours before the party. The rest of the guests came in the noon. He came as early as eight in the morning.
I was confused. I was a little scared. The kind of scared you become when you read too many stories about stuff that doesn't happen in real life.
I was getting another piece of cake when my arm brushed against Sam's and my insides fluttered. The stupid kind of fluttering that made you wonder if you accidentally ingested a couple of butterflies. Or moths.
I sucked it up.
Asked Sam "What were we doing?"
He said "I don't know, Liv. This isn't normal."
So we did what a lot of friends eventually did.
We brushed fingers.
Butterflies took off.
Lips met.
Pulled away.
And then we were never really back to friends after that.
Because when you get into a relationship with your best friend,
you either date,
or lose them.
That's how everything worked.
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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...
