The Adersons and my family have been family friends since before I was born so Justin and I were automatically best friends and always put together. I guess you could say our fate was already decided. It is now our senior year of high school and Justin still has no idea of the feelings that I have had for him since the beginning of freshman year. All of my friends always tell me to just let him go, to find someone else, to find new experiences. On the outside I find myself nodding and agreeing but on the inside I know I could never do that. That's like somebody telling me to stop breathing, to not pay any attention to it anymore. Well, it's just not possible, I can't live without air just like I can't live without Justin. He will always and forever be a part of me whether I like it or not. Sometimes I think they are right, why am I holding onto to someone who doesn't want me? I have never dated before except for those wannabe relationships that never were in middle school. We may of called that dating but who are we kidding. Those weren't relationships anymore than an act. As I sit there at the marble counter of my families large kitchen eating my usual breakfast that consists of a bowl of fruit and cold water, Kat walks through the door.
I have a rather large friend group which I am very happy with, but I would rather have a few close friends than 100 acquaintances, and that is where my best friend Kathryn comes in. Kathryn (or Kat as I call her) and I have known each other almost as long as Justin and I. We met in 2nd grade at the elementary school down the block. We have both lived on the same street together since 2nd grade and have been best friends ever since. Besides sharing the same middle name, Ann, Kat and I have very similar looks and characteristics about us that cause people to mistake us for one another. Both of us have long pin straight dark brown hair that sweeps our shoulders and tickles the middle of our backs. Besides the hair, we both have similar builds, shorter but with definition to our muscles.
Kat walks in and greets my mother with a "Good morning Mrs. Elizabeth" and pulls up a chair next to me. I honestly have no idea why she still calls my mother by her last name, I mean she's practically family. "Hurry up Ash! We're going to be late again!" , she says as she throws me my backpack and practical shoves the fruit down my throat. "Ok! OK! mmf Mf! I'm, Mmf Coming!" I respond between brief choking fits due to her hastiness to get out the front door. I grab my lunch and frantically try to catch up with her as she walks out the door.
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Don't Let Go
Romance"Justin, like the sun, followed his own path, his own course in life and there was nothing I could do about it. I felt as if I were a bird, following the path of the sun, needing its warmth in order to survive, utterly willing to follow wherever it...
