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Miranda's POV
After dropping the blankets and pillows in Jude's place. I headed to the apartment and went straight kitchen, grabbed a spoon and the pint of vanilla ice cream sitting in the freezer and headed to Celia's room.
I knocked on her door.
"Hey Celia, I'm coming in okay?"
When I open the door, I see her curled up on her bed with headphones on. I walk towards her and tower over her lying body, shoving the ice cream to her face.
"Miranda, that shit's frozen." she says annoyed with the fact I froze her cheek.
"Well you wouldn't notice me. Anyway I heard what happened."
"Jude told you?" she says in a quiet and unsure voice
"Yeah, as payment for helping him clean up after you guys." I say as I start eating the ice cream
"I just couldn't believe it, you know."
"Well speaking in a third person's point of view, who has been watching this fucked up relationship between two 'friends' develop since you two were kids, I have to say it was pretty expected, what wasn't, was the fact you rejected him."
"But I didn't," She said defensively
"Really now Celia? Jude said you told Jason you didn't accept it, what's that suppose to mean?"
"How could I? he's just messing with me, like how he would when we were kids,"
"Celia you know for a fact that he wasn't kidding, that's one thing he wouldn't joke about! Have you even thought about how much effort it took him to tell you his feelings, and what did you do. You decided to play the safe road and avoid it." I cut her off before she could finish sprouting her defensive bullshit.
I could see the anxiousness creeping up on her face, she knew what I was saying was true, I knew she did.
"You might be able to fool Jason, Jude, yourself and everybody else into believing that you don't love him back, but you can't fool me. Now, tell me what really happened?" I say as I hand her the pint of vanilla ice cream I've been eating.
"You really have no mercy, do you Miranda," she said forcing a smile on her face, as if she could hide her real emotions from me, I can read her as clear as day.
"Well that's what you call tough love my dear," I say pulling her into a hug, I could see she was tearing up and dying to let it all out.
Once I wrapped my arms around her she just let herself go and cried, and just like that time before, I let her.
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The Boy Next Door
TeenfikceHave you ever wondered what it was like to have a popular ex-best friend? It is not easy. Hi, my name is Celia Evans. I'm your average high school girl. I'm equally a beauty and a geek, I guess. My popular ex-best friend, who also my neighbour in my...
