It's officially two and a half months of having Venice's company. It's insane to think that we've been friends for a while, but not long enough. But I hope it's long enough for a memory of her, in case we don't last.
I flicker my eyes towards her, and she happens to be glancing back. Her blue eyes crinkle as she briefly smiles before turning back to pay attention to our English teacher.
I don't know what I did to deserve a friend like her. But whatever I did, I hope I never stop.
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"I have your surprise."
"What?"
"You heard me."
She takes out a stuffed animal from her bag and hands it to me. I sit down next to her on my bed, observing the animal -- a giraffe.
"Man, you made it seem like it was something huge."
Her face falls, "You don't like it?"
My eyes widened, hugging the giraffe close to me, "No, no-- I love it... for Lillian."
I love it.
"Uh, sorry you didn't... like it," Venice fiddles with her thumbs, "I just thought-- I'll give you something else."
No, Ven, don't listen to my idiotic self.
"Venice," she looks at me when I gather myself together, "I do love it."
"But--"
"I was just trying to be manly."
Her expression goes from upset to confused to angry in a matter of seconds. She shoves me really hard, almost causing me to fall off, "You jerk!"
"Sorry."
Venice grumbles, "You better be."
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