Alright I'm going to write a new story and its going to be called "Not Enough Strength to Say I Love you" and it's going to be a Logan Lerman fanfiction here's what I got. I really don't have any names right now, but the guy best friend is Logan. So bear with me.
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You get the text.
"I don't think it's working out. You're not my type...😐"
You're broken.
You haven't been together long, but he has been your crush for years.
You decided to call your best friend, because he comforts you through everything.
"Hey giiiiirrrrlll" he says in his gay voice because its one of your guys' inside jokes.
You're silent for a moment while trying to choke back tears, but he can easily detect it in your voice as you reply,
"Hh-hey-y".
You're stuttering badly. And you know that is going to cause him to worry, the last thing you need.
"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!?! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!"
He doesn't give you a chance to reply,
"And don't give me any of that, 'I'm fine' shit"
"H-he b-broke up with m-me." You say. Letting the tears spill out. Your best friend was right. He was only going to break up with you in a week like he does with all his other girlfriends. You now realize you should have listened to your best friend.
"HE DID WHAT?!?!"
"....through a text..."
"That dick!! I'm going to fucking kill him." You here the anger in his voice. He's super protective of you.
"It's fine.... Just please don't hurt him."
"BUT HE HURT YOU"
"Just don't hurt him. He'll learn his own lesson one day."
"Well I otta to teach him one..." You hear your best friend mumble one the other line.
"I heard that." You say with a slight smile poking out behind the tears that you are now starting to wipe away in an effort to try and cheer up.
"Haha. Lets do something tonight. To get your mind off of it eh?"
"Sure. What do you want to do?"
"I want to to be a surprise. I'll pick you up at 8. Where the hoodie I gave you in 7th grade. And those sweat pants that you never where. And put your hair up in a messy bun and don't bother putting on makeup."
"Ummm ok..? And I do so wear those sweat pants!"
"Ya. Around the house when I'm there doesn't count"
"Alright. See you at 8 bye love you boo" that's what you have been calling him since kindergarten.
You knew you weren't going to listen to him a mr you were going through your closet. When you stumble upon a strapless blue, light green, and white flower patterned dress with a sweet heart neck line. The dress just barley comes up above you knees and you pick out a white cardigan to go with it. Next you put on a pair of white TOMS.
Now to move on to hair. You decide to curl your hair with your curling wand. Small curls. You use some hairspray and seal the formation. Next you find a headband you got for your birthday. It is metal with diamonds imbedded in it.
Next is makeup. You start with some cover up by Cover Girl. Then you move on to some bright pink rose colored blush. You apply it to your cheeks right below your cheekbones for extra effect. The you apply a brown black eye liner on your eye lids and below your eyes. Then you put on a light brown eye shadow. Next you use Falsies mascara. Then you put on some bright pink Baby Lips Chapstick and slip it into your white Coach hand bag.
You hear a knock on the door and check the clock.
'Its only 7:00p.m. you think to yourself.
You hurry down the stairs and answer the door. You see your best friend. He's looking down and then he looks up as soon as you open the door. He looks at you and what you're wearing,
"I knew you would do this. So I showed up an hour early to help you change."
"No I want to wear this." He walks past you and up to your bedroom,
"I don't care what you want to wear. I'm choosing."
You roll your eyes and follow him to your room. When you get there, he is going through your dresser to find the sweat pants he was talking about. He pulls them out looks at them, smiles and tosses them to you and heads for your closet where the hoodie he gave you two years ago in 7th grade. It somehow still fits you, because you haven't grown.
"Now put that on, I'll be waiting in the hall."
You roll your eyes as he walks out and shuts the door behind him.
He barges in and you hurry to pull the hoodie over your head.
"Did I scare you?"
"Ya! Why did you do that?!"
"Well, you were taking to long and I wanted to do you hair."
"Can I at least keep my hair like this since I'm wearing this horrible outfit?"
"Nope."
He grabs a hairbrush, a ponytail, and a head band off your dresser and goes to sit on your bed. He pats his lap signaling for you to go over to him so he can do your hair. You kneel on the ground in front of him.
"Just let me know if I hurt you."
"Alright"
He very gently, slowly and softly pulls your hair back in a messy bun. Then puts on your cloth headband.
"Alright one more thing to do. Let me yak off your makeup."
"No!"
"Yes!"
You start to run away and he quickly grabs you and picks you up and falls back on your bed and tickles you until you can't breathe.
"Now let me take off your make up."
"No!"
"That's it!" He pins you down on you bed.
"You asked for it!" He licks his finger and tries to wipe off your makeup.
"No! No! Quit!"
"Then go get me your makeup remover."
"Alright. Alright."
He lets you up and you smile and walk into your bathroom to grab your makeup remover. You take it into him and he's sitting on your bed Indian still and you go sit across from him and close you eyes.
"Alright so how do I do this?"
You laugh at him.
"Want me to do it?"
"No no never mind I'll fight it out. Ahh here we go."
You feel it rub across your face.
"All done"
You get up and look in the mirror. You laugh because he didn't do a very good job and you go over and take the remover from him and fix it.
"Alright. We're ready. Lets go!"
"Where are you taking me?"
