-Alex's POV-
All by myself, getting coffee. Kiki and Angel had both sent me fanfics that they thought I would like. I sighed and sat next to the window.
Looking at the description, I smirked. Heartbreak, death, sex, all my favorite things. I texted them both thanks. Reaching over the table to grab my drink, it fell off the table.
It was caught, by a tall blonde. He smiled down at me, I took the drink.
"Lucky catch," I said.
"Yeah, I couldn't do that again in a million years.." he laughed.
Oh god his laugh makes my ovaries explode. "Probably not."
He sat down in front of me, "I'm Eric, you are?"
"Alex." I smiled.
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3 hours later....
"He doesn't like me huh?" I frowned.
My roommate Sydney was getting dressed as she turned to me with a uncertain expression, "it's only been a few hours...maybe he's waiting for you to text first."
"Um hell no, fuck that." I said.
"Well to get your mind off of it...." She zipped up her boots and stood back up. "I'm going to this get together. You should come."
I nodded, "yeah, sure, I guess."
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When I got here it was packed. No way in hell this counted as a 'get together'. I looked around, all there was, was lemonade. I guess it was too early in the day for actual booze.
Not even a minute passed of me scrolling through Instagram, I looked up to see everyone running towards the back door. My eyes widened and I turned. My heart stopped.
"I knew I'd see you again."
-Andrew's POV-
She was putting the final coat on, I sighed loudly.
Kiki looked up and smiled at me, "You look so perfect."
I stared at my hot pink nails. "You know how much I love you?"
"A lot, because if you didn't, you wouldn't of let me do this." She smirked.
"You're damn right." I pulled her into my lap and kissed her neck.
She giggled. "I'm gonna go get my eyelash stuff."
I grimaced at my hands as she got up, and walked away. The doorbell buzzed, I went to answer. It was John.
"I knew you'd be here, I stopped by your apartment. Anyways, sup." He said.
"What do you want?" I gripped the door.
"Basketball match. Me and a bunch of other guys are going. Owen mentioned you."
I shook my head. "I'm busy."
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The Art of Love and War
Mystery / ThrillerThere was a group of friends, perfectly inseparable. Until tenth grade. If you ask them, they'll say they had a falling out, but how bad would the falling out have to be for people so close to be ripped apart ? But they were brought together, unfort...
