Jessica lay in bed, the warm sun heating her cold body. She flipped over, propping herself up on her elbow, resting her palm on her cheek just as Karisma burst through the door, her soft brown hair tangled into a messy bun. "Jessica! Come on, get ready, Chris is taking us to breakfeast!" She smiled, rushing over to the closet.
"Woah there, happy! I'm getting up, no need to yell!" Jessica laughed, sitting up quickly, she slide her legs out from under her, resting her feet on the carpeted ground for a few seconds before standing up and walking over to the closet.
-Time Skip-
Eventually, Jessica decided on a pair of high-waisted black shorts, and a pastel purple crop top. She brushed her hair quickly, pulling it into a curly ponytail; Karisma gave her a reassuring thumbs up before handing her a pair of purple ballet flats.
The two girls hurried downstairs, Karisma dressed in a pair of white jeans with holes in the knees, and a long-sleeved black crop top, paired with high-heeled Nike's. She adjusted her thick ballet bun, a smile plastered on her face.
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My Best Friends Brother (A Crawford Collins Fan-Fiction)
RandomJessica White met her best friend Karisma Collins when the two were only three years old, and have grown up together, under the watchful eyes of Karisma's older brothers, Crawford and Christian Collins. Now, at 17, Jessica is as close as ever, now t...
