Not Your Cinderella.

BFF

Mama always tells me to be good and to do good. And today guys i think i reunited best friends. Daaaw Cindy, you're an angel.

As soon as Greg got up to go and talk things out with Dylan, i followed him. Come on I'm a girls, i cant moss out on the juicy stuff. "How do you know where he is?" there was a freakin high school party going on downstairs and god knows how Greg was going to find Dylan in this crowd of people. "Cindy, he's me best friend. I know where he'll be right now. He's angry. He wants to be alone where he can ounch a hole in the wall. But his house is million dollars so he's probably punching a punching bag. Meaning he's in the gym in the basement." wait, Dylan has a gym in the basement. Wow.

We quickly dodged the swarm of people and made our way to the gym. "Okay, here goes nothing." Greg opened the door and we were met by a shirtless, angry John Cenna kinda Dylan. He was beating the pulp out of his red Punching bag. As we entered, he turned around, anger evudent on his face. "Yoh i came here to talk amd call it a truce." Greg put his hands up like he was surrendering. Dylan came by us and threw off his boxing gloves. "See man, i dont know how to do this sorry and i forgive you kind of stuff. But here's me trying my best. I forgive you for whatever happened last year. And i want to forget it too. Move on. Start over. Be happy."
"Awww....you gu-" oops. I was meant to shut up. This was Dylan and Greg time. "Sorry. I'll just be right there." I went to one of the machines and stood there as if inspecting the machine.

"And after that's said and done. I also want to appologise for what i did today. I'm sorry for the ummmm..." Greg pointed to the nasty scar on Dylan's beautiful face. Meanwhile, Dylan just blankly stared at him with no evident expression on his face.
"So? You forgive me or do i have to go on and o-" before Greg could continue Dylan moved closer and punched Greg point blanc on the face.
"Ooooh..." words just tend to slip out of my big mouth.
"Ow you ass," Greg said as he rubbed his jaw. "What was that for?" Now come on, that boy had it coming. He messed up a pretty boy's greatest weapon. His face.
"That was for disforming my face you idiot." Dylan said as he brought forward a hand to pick Greg up from the floor.
"Anyways sorry to interrupt but you were saying? Something like 'Dylan is the best and I'm sorry for being a drama queen.'" Dylan said.
"Shut up you egotistic jerk. And yes i was saying that we've been idiots for a while now and its time to firgive and forget. So? Friends?" Greg asked.
"Friends." Dylan and Greg hugged and aaaw, nothing better than seeing BFF's reunite and hug it out.
"Aw you guys. BFF forever" i chimed in as i went in for a group hug.
The guys looked at me weirdly. "BFF?" Dylan questioned.
"Buddy, I'm so happy I've got you back. You know how hard all this mushy girl talk is. And Zay is no good either. He's ingact the biggest diva."
Greg pointed out.
"Okay ouch you jerkface. And secodly where are our weird friends? You think they murdered each other by now?"
Both mine and Greg's expression changed to "oh oh'.
"Chill guys. And come on there's a sick party downstairs and trust me we don't want to miss out. Lets go!" Dylan grabbed his shirt and we all hirried downstairs.

Wow tonight. Tonight was a series of mixed events. The fight. The reunion. And now the party of my life with some of my best friends. Life cant get any better for me, Cinderella. Just a few weeks ago this was just my story. My plain boring life. And now, it's all of our story. It's like a fairy tale but in the real world. I'm Cinderella and these are my friends. My world.