*VIEWER DISCRETION
This is one hundred percent, without a doubt, a love story. One that does not cause butterflies but one where both the characters and the readers kick their feet in the air in cuteness - awaiting what the next page upholds.
...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Throughout the next week, Melody and I have spent every day together. Whether it's running to the store together or working on our project or spending time with all of our friends.
I'll be truthful, the thought of our friends not getting along scared me but after the festival, I knew I had nothing to worry about. Annie adores all of the girls and vis versa. Logan and Lana share a love for music. Gracie and Leo like each other that's it's painfully obvious. And Jordan claims that Melody is his new best friend, dethroning me.
It makes me really happy that I've expanded my circle. My parents would be proud of me. I've never really like making new friends and that the thought of me never making new ones worried them.
Now it's Wednesday and all of us are having dinner at Annie and Logan's. Logan is at his grill cooking the kebabs. Annie and Melody are inside cutting fruit and getting other things prepared. Jordan and Leo are throwing a football on the sand near the patio. Lana and Gracie are talking.
Everything is good. I don't think I could be happier. I'm hanging out with all my friends and my parents are coming in tomorrow for the weekend.
Walking up to Logan I pay him on the back, "do we really need all of these?" I motion towards the endless kababs on the grill. I mean I know we have three more people with us but we don't need to be making food for an entire village.
"Trust me man, we probably don't have enough." He smirks. He definitely knows something I don't.
"You little fucker." I mumble while walking away from him and sitting down on a seat around the patio table.
"You excited for the game this weekend?" Lana asks.
"Yeah, little nervous considering it's the first game but Notre Dame has nothing on us." I smirk.
"Love the confidence." Gracie laughs.
"It's the key my success."
"Melody has been telling us how you're trying to get her to come to the game?" Lana questions again, taking a drink of the mango margarita Annie made.
"Yeah, she told me she's not been to one since she was in 9th grade." I watch as the two girls share a look.
What's that for? "She's not the most sociable person anymore." Gracie laughs, "that's for sure."
"Anymore?" I ask, "telling me she was a social butterfly before Gracie?"
"That doesn't even measure how outgoing of a person she was." Lana mumbles.
"She was like Leo when we were younger."
Like Leo? I can't even imagine her going out when it's not for a purpose. "Really?"
