Jasmine's P.o.v.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, quickly wiping my tears.
"I heard that you moved into town, so I wanted to see you." He said, smiling. Aiden was my second best friend in middle, first came Chelsey, but then shortly after, he moved. I never thought that I would see him again. "That's sweet and all, but I didn't really want to move, so welcoming me here isn't going to help." I commented looking away from him, trying to keep my tears in my eyes and not out. "On the bight-side, you get to see me, and I've missed you." He said, trying to cheer me up, but I didn't say anything back.
I hope that he realizes that nothing will ever make me smile the same without seeing the people I grew up with or hearing their voices, and hearing old friend's voices only brings back good memories that sadly ended.
Chelsey's P.o.v.
So since William texted me that he's going to the movies with Amanda, I guess that it wouldn't be so bad going home and practicing for DDOF.
"Simon, where's your basketb--"
"Touch it, and die!"
"Okay, nevermind." Hm, that was quick.
I went on my laptop and started playing computer games, but when I got bored, I started to listen to music and relax. I wonder what everyone is doing right now. Christopher is probably laughing with Jasmine, being all lovey-dovey, William is probably trying to enjoy a movie while Amanda asks him questions about us, and Nicole is probably making people's life miserable with that dumb facebook account.
Amanda's P.o.v.
I wonder why Christopher was mad a couple of hours ago. I hope that I didn't cause him to get mad. "Hey, William?" I asked as we were driving to the movies.
"Hm?"
"What happened to Christopher? He seemed really mad when he got home...was it because of me?"
"I'm sure it's not. Christopher is always in his moods, so when that happens, it's just best to stay away from him because he puts his anger out on you."
"B-but I don't want that." I said, worrying more and feeling scared. William sighed and said, "Just relax, okay? I'm sure that whatever he's mad about has nothing to do with you." I frowned, not believing him one bit. I need to find out why's he's so mad. Ever since I came here, he was always happy and had something to talk about, but now, he doesn't even want to talk to me. I hope that he didn't get tired of me already.
I sighed and started to play with my brown curls. What if he'll never be the same again?
Nicole's P.o.v.
When I got home from school, I noticed that my dad wasn't home since I didn't find him sleeping on the couch or in the family room floor. I headed upstairs, preparing myself to call Fred with a happier mood, but something stopped me.
"Hey Nicole."
I widened my mouth, and felt tears sting my eyes.
"Fred!" I quickly hugged him, squeezing him tight as he did the same. "I missed you." He said into my hair, but I was so happy that I couldn't even say anything back.
I quickly opened my eyes, realizing that what just happened was nothing but a fucking dream! Fuck it all!
I buried my head into my pillow, not wanting to face reality. Why do people even have dreams!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The next day at lunch
I went on the line to get lunch, hating the fact that my father came home this morning and threw a glass bottle at me, and missed by only an inch. He could've killed me! I grunted, not wanting anyone to come near me unless they want to lose their life tragically.

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Is It Meant To Be (Under major editing again)
Teen Fiction*Warning: Description may be terrible, but the story will not! It's not easy writing a description without giving too much away, so sorry if it's bad. Also I'm going to add some twist in the story so it wouldn't be too cliche so if the first few cha...