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"I can't believe he actually did that!"
McKenna grunts offended as she shows me the chats between her and this guy she's been talking to.

"He's an ass kennie" I say matter of factly.

"But he isn't though." McKenna insists. "He bought me flowers and sent them to my house when I had the flu. The flu. The flu is literally nothing"

"Yeah whatever" I chuckled under my breath knowingly before taking a sip of my iced coffee. "Kenny, I love you and I'm telling you he's not good enough for you. You are amazing and you're stuck with this guy who can't even treat you decently for two weeks at a time."

"Ugh Stop making sense for one minute dude" she groans as she shoves her phone back in her pocket.

I hook an arm around hers with a smile before dragging her into an adorable boutique around the corner.

"Mother knows best" i replied with a laugh as I look through a rack of graphic hoodies.

"I'm older"

"Your point being?"

"I'm mother because I'm older" McKenna insists, holding a pair of grey baggy jeans.

"Whatever" I shoot her a toothy grin. "You're 18 and arguing with a fourteen year old"

"You turned fifteen last Sunday actua-"

"Oh my god Kenny"

"Sorry!"

I shake my head with a giggle before taking a dark grey hoodie with a pink 8ball off the hanger.

McKenna snorts, pulling the baggy jeans against her hips, seeing their fit. "You know I'm just saying, stassie, you gotta give people more chances sometimes."

I raise an eyebrow. "More chances? After what you just told me? He's had enough chances to propose to you at this point."

"Fine, but he's still not all bad," she mutters, shuffling through a stack of t-shirts. "Just like Walker's not all bad."

I freeze for a split second, fingers tightening around the hanger of the hoodie before returning to the convention. "Walker?" I repeat, my voice carefully even. "Literally what does this conversation even have to do with him?" I scoff shaking my head with a questioning smile.

She doesn't look at me, too busy eyeing some band tee she just found. "I'm just saying... He's literally always around when you need him, he sends you random texts just to check on you, daily may I add, And don't get me started on the late-night calls."

My stomach knots. "Because he's my best friend," I say flatly. "We've been over this like a billion times. He's been my best friend since we were kids. You know that."

McKenna finally looks up from the shirt, raising an eyebrow with a smirk that makes me want to smack her. "Right. 'Best friend.' That's why he always just has to sit next to you, even when there's more than plenty of free space. That's why he knows your ridiculously complicated Starbucks order like the back of his hand. That's why he gets this dumb look on his face whenever you're not paying the slightest bit of attention to him."