---Trisha's POV ---
I got home and barely put my stuff down when my phone went off.
"Hello," I said.
"Hey. Are you home yet?" Shehry asked.
"Ya," I said.
"Okay, do me a favor,"he said.
Anything he wanted, I thought to myself because he made the life that I have now. I have food, water, shelter and clothes.
"What is it?" I asked.
"One of my friends is throwing a party and I want you to come," he said.
"Shehry, I don't have anything against your friends, but unfortunately they're all with my ex best friends," I said.
"No no. This is a different friend. Please come with me. Please, please, please," he said.
I laughed at that.
"Okay. Do I wear a western outfit or Desi?" I asked.
"Desi will do," he said.
"Alright," I said.
"Woo-hoo! Thank you so much!" He said.
"I kind of owe you," I said.
"Owe me? That's why you agreed to this?" He asked.
I can tell from his voice he was hurt by what I said.
"Well, I uuummm...I just thought like that. I'm sorry," i said.
"It's okay. Just please don't think like that," he said.
"I won't," I said.
"Alright. I'll see you in about two hours," he said.
"Wait!! It's today?" I asked.
"Yep. See you soon. Bye,"he said before I could say anything else he hung up.
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Broken
FanfictionShe was full of broken things. They were scattered in her mind and in her heart. She often wondered if there was someone who had the strength and the patience to fix her.
