Dylan
The next day, I met up with Brooklyn on the way to first hour science.
"Hey Dylan!" She said, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
She looked tired, and her voice sounded a bit shaky, but she was beautiful nonetheless.
"Hey Brookie Cookie!"
She flinched, I saw it. Normally it was just a little squirm that I was able to pass off as my imagination. But today, it was a full on flinch. She stared at her shoes. I swallowed hard. I couldn't ask, could I? Would that be drama? That could potentially tear apart our friendship and I couldn't risk that. She was too important to me.
Meanwhile, my crush in my best friend is slowly eating away at me from the inside out, and there's nothing I could do about it.
(A/N~My account says 33 reads which is pretty cool considering I put this up yesterday. Do any you of you 33 readers want a playlist of songs that describe each characters mood in that chapter?)
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The 'No-Drama' Policy
Teen FictionBrooklyn Dackery and Dylan Koll. Best friends since first grade. But now, they're friendship is being put to the test. You see, they have this thing called a 'No-Drama' policy, and it's tearing them apart. New friends, love, and secrets are tearing...
