You have always been a secretive person. You text your best friend a lot. One day, Your friend(Chris_ wants to know what you're hiding so as you're texting your bsf, he read your text...
You play as: Emily (My bsf <3)
I walked downstairs with Chris whining to Nick and Matt. Matt glared at me, but I ignored him, I'm done. With all of them. Of course, they are going to take their brothers side and not mine.
"So, you're pressed about him being curious?" Matt sounded angry.
"Of course I am Matt! I can have secrets you know. Y'all have some, so can I." I responded, frustrated. Matt was silent. After a moment of him glaring at me, he went back to talking to Chris.
I got my soda and went back to my room and talked to Lexi. After around 30-45 minutes, she had to go so I decided to post on Instagram.
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Why are they even mad at me? Because I don't like people going through my phone? Stupid. I was burshing my hair when I heard a knock on my door.
"Hello?" I called out.
"Can I come in?" I heard Chris saying through the door.
I hesitated, but I want to hear what he had to say.
"Sure..."
He twisted the door knob and noticed I re-did my room.
(Here is what it looks like btw!!:)
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(I don't know but this is from Pinterest and it was like the 5th one lolz)
"You redid your room?" He asked.
"Yeah...?" I said, looking at him, curling my eyelashes.
"Why though? What happened to all of your pictures with Abigail?"
I stayed quiet, she just stopped being friends with me today. We we're childhood friends and I didn't want to think about her while what's already going on.
"She... moved. I don't wanna think about her right now." I looked down at all the makeup on my desk and sighed heavily.
"Listen to me Emily..." He put his hands on mine that where on my desk.
"What do I need to listen to? Your excuses?" I responded, angrily.
"I'm sorry, I know it was wrong, but I wanted to see if someone was bothering you, or you had something suspicious going on. Like, being in the mafia or something. But I really am sorry! I swear!"
I felt some empathy for him... But I still like him, and I can't stay mad at him forever! I eventually gave it.
"Fine, I forgive you." He smiled and removed his hands from mine.
"Do you... still like me?" He asked.
I blushed a little.
"...I-I guess?..."
He smiled. "Good...good. Well--"
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❥My pet died, so I won;t be writing a lot because I'm actually so sad i shouldnt say this but yh
