(Sorry that I haven't updated in a few days. I've been so busy with homework and studying and I've also been going out a lot, lol. So I'm sorry! But thank you so much for reading and being curious with when the update was. I appreciate it! Twitter: @TFFAlive after.)
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Twenty minutes have passed but Harry said he'd get me within the hour. He has a party going on so I guess it's difficult to leave your own party?
I'm just eager to see him. One reason being because he'll be away from all of the girls at that party. How many were there? I don't know. But as selfish as it sounds, I want him all to myself. I don't want other girls looking at him. I don't want him seeing someone a thousand times better looking than me and forgetting my name.
"Water?" Max asks as he offers me a bottle, taking a seat next to me on the couch.
"Thanks," I smile. "Hey, do you have FIFA?"
"Do I have FIFA?" His mouth drops.
"What?" I laugh.
"Do you know who I am?"
"Yes, Max Foasi."
"And what sport do I play?"
"Soccer." I take a sip of my water.
"What makes you think I don't have FIFA? Yes I have FIFA. Would you like to play FIFA?" I laugh at how he emphasizes the word FIFA in every sentence.
"You know what, I haven't even began to play FIFA but I'm a little sick of it already," I joke.
We hear a knock at the door and I playfully widen my eyes and he laughs, getting up to open the door.
I check my phone to see if I missed a text from Harry telling me he was on his way or if he was here but my phone is free of his name.
"Hey, Jeth." I hear Max greet.
My nerves are already kicking in. Harry's gonna be here any minute and if sees Jethro, I know I'm not going to hear the end of it. My anger is also already kicking in.
"Hey!" I hear a clapping sound and I know it's the bro-shake.
"Bella?" I hear Jethros voice.
"Hi." I raise my hand as I sit on the couch, giving a backwards wave.
"Is someone mad at me?" I can hear the pout in his voice as he walks closer.
You've been acting like an asshole, of course I am.
"Yes." I say flat.
He takes a seat next to me and Max sits on the other couch.
"Why?"
"Cause you're an asshole."
"Well, I know that Bells." He laughs and raises his hand, poking my cheek.
"Don't touch me, I'm mad at you."
"What will make you not be mad at me?" He pokes again.
"If you be civil." I'm not even joking around. Why not take the opportunity to be honest.
There's nothing I want more than for my best friend to get along with my boyfriend. That means so much to me. To me, that's equivalent to getting along with the family. Best friends are like family. You love them, you rely on them, they rely on you, equal support system all around.
"Maybe if you give me a hug." He pokes my cheek again.
"A hug will make you be civil?" I gasp and Max laughs.
