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me, her, and the atomic bomb named ackward

Sitting in my room doodling on scrap paper, when I get a call.
Its my best friend.
"Hello!" I speak happily.
"Oh hey!" She speaks nervously " can I come over?"
"Uh..yeah probably..my parents love you!" I stubble off my bed and into the kitchen.

after a little bit of chores, me and my dad went to pick her up. 

Friend's P.O.V.

I set my bags down in her room, which looked slightly neater than usual. I sat down on her bed as she ran to get some snacks. She comes back in, carrying a couple bags of chips, a danish, pop, and water. She tosses me the stuff I like, water and danish, and digs in to her own stuff.

Honestly, it's kind of weird seeing her with such short hair, but I've gotten used to it. Then, there's her desire to be called Jack, which is... awkward, especially since I forget all the time. I feel like she gets angry with me every time I call her by her real name, and I think we've grown apart.

We watch some youtube videos together before I fall asleep early. On the bright side of things, I didn't have another nightmare of teddy bears dissecting me, so I think things are looking up!