Mia's POV:
I was busily playing apps on my phone when my friend, Sofie, started talking, "Hey, Mia! I wanna show you a picture." she said cherfully"What? What kind of picture?" I asked, with a little anger on my voice.
"Damn, girl. You don't have to be mad. Well, here it is."
"Okay. Show me "the picture" then."
As she showed me her phone, I already knew who it is. Taylor and Nash.
I then started breathing heavily, my heart starting to ache once more, and feeling my eyes drip down with tears."Mia, are you okay?"
"Why would you ask me that kind of question?"
"I mean, what is wrong with the picture?"
"Well, I'm jealous Sofie. I'm jealous. Taylor is so lucky and my life is screwed up. You know, Wattpad should delete those stupid Nash Grier fanfics about falling in love, because he's taken. T-t-taylor is so.... lucky. And don't you worry... I'm fine."
"Mia, I'm your friend. I know who you are. Now, please stop lying."
"Okay. Well, more info about me. I ship Nash with someone else, and it is Lia."
"As in... Lia Marie Johnson?"
"Yes. And you know what? Me, shipping them so hard, makes my day. OTP's are life, Sof. They made my days brighter even in my darker ones. Call me crazy, but that's it. Seriously, the feels." More tears threathen to fall on my face, as I wipe them away with my hands.
"I-I'm sorry, Mia. I didn't mean to. I'm really sorry." she said, standing up and placing her arm on my shoulder.
"It's okay. I didn't tell you that. I just really wished it was Nash in the movie, not Cameron. Nash should've kissed Lia. I mean, look at them. They look so perfect for each other, yet they are too blind to feel their heartbeats one another."
"Aww... don't worry. Come here." she said, as she pulls me into a hug.
"I just really wish there was a real-life cupid so that they could finally be together. Or Little Mix's 'Black Magic'. Yes, it should exist."
Sofie finally released me and looked me straight in the eyes, "Some things are just unexpected. And you may not find your Nash Grier, but you'll someday find your Prince Charming, I promise you that. And both of you will have your own love story. Your heart won't feel heavy anymore."
"That's the best advice I've ever heard." I said, as a smile crept through my cheeks.
"Of course, for my bestfriend."
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Diary Of Brokenhearted
Historia Corta"I'm not just brokenhearted because of love, but because the pain I feel when people judge me, is quite the same thing."