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Calum's pov.

"Dude, you're going to get hurt." Michael warned,

"I'm not," I groaned, laying down on the sofa.

"She doesn't talk!"

"I don't care. She means a lot to me." I sighed,

"Do you mean a lot to her?" He asked,

"Yes."

"Are you sure?" Michael pushed more,

I frowned.

We hadn't talked about anything like that, she knew she was one of my best friends, and I knew I was one of hers.

We didn't have to talk about it to know that.

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okay, guys I have two stories waiting to be published and its up to you which one I do first.

1: Drugs // ch

"Drugs may kill you," She said, looking into my eyes. "But they never break your heart."

2: Friends // ai

"Guys, we're just friends."

Instagram // c.hWhere stories live. Discover now