"Ahh misogynests. What would we do without them?" Olivia scoffs.
In this fairytail, Olivia is the confident, sassy as hell bestie and yes, before you ask, Sebastian was your cliché, stereotypical gay lad although he hates to admit. About as straight as a bendy straw or "Too gay to function" as Mean Girls would put it. And we love him for it of course.
As for Olivia, she's been my best friend since the start, as cheesy as it sounds. Full of sass and original innuendos. The first time we met was kind of like a summer school for six year olds I guess.
Anyway, she pushed me off a swing and I stole her sandwich and then we plaited each others hair and ever since then, we have become inseparable.
"Probably breath a little better." I suggest and we scoop up our bags and head to my place.
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"Fuck it. Guys I think I have literally forgotten how to hold a pencil" Sebastian whines.
"Seb please," Olivia cries, "quite being moody and help me on this essay."
"Okay first of all, I'm not moody there are just some days when I am less inclined to put up with your shit. Second of all-"
"Guys! Shut your bitching and listen! Can you hear that?" I yelp.
I hear the car door slam.
Mum wasn't supposed to come for another few hours. Must have ran out of drink money.
"Oh sugar honey iced tea. You guys need to leave. Now."
They both shoot me a worried but understanding look and they sprint to the back door, leaving no trace of their presence.
I glare out of my washed out window. The moment of truth.
Some people are like clouds. When they go away, its a brighter day. In my case, my mum could be defined as one of those colossal rain clouds that cover the sky like a parachute. A parachute that often brings back men. No good men who beat and scold her.
Yep I see it now. Amist the mother shaped figure follows the darker figure. The stronger figure...
Hey guys so I know that was quite a short chapter but I'll try and keep them long X.
Leave a comment who was your favourite best friend?
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The Devil's Dimples
Novela Juvenil"It's all so perfectly cliché" he smirks. "Hey we could be in a story" I shrug.
