The Notes Of Hazel Stone

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Hey guys, that photo on top is Amber but imagine her with kinkier, curlier hair that's died blonde at the tips xxx ( Maybe 3c, 4a)

WE'D BEEN WALKING for ten minutes, and somehow the trail seemed similar, but I could quite place a finger on it.

I'd definitely walked through this path before.

"Do you remember yet?" He asked - as he'd been doing for the past 10 minutes.

"No," I said, groaning ," but it's frustrating because I've definitely been here before, loads of times, I can't remember where we're going to, but I know how to get there,"

He raised his eyebrows," Really?"

"Yeah," I replied nodding my head.
" Lead the way"

" Sure," I went a few steps ahead then turned left, into the park," It's somewhere near here -,"

I stopped dead in my tracks, and gasped, " We're going to the den?,"

"Amber," Hazel called, she had a large blanket in her hands, and she was struggling to carry it,
I rolled my eyes, " What are you doing?"
"Going out, to the park to make a den with Calum - do you wanna come?"
I was hesitant at first, then annoyed
"Why didn't you guys tell me you were gonna make a den, I could've drawn a design - "
" Do you want to help - or not?" She interrupted, the blankets falling out of her hands.
I nodded," Sure, whatever,"
We began to walk to the park, dad was out at some meeting and our babysitter could not care less ( needless to say she didn't last very long), so we were basically free to do whatever.
" When did you and Calum become best friends?" I asked , in a huff.

She laughed, " We're not, at least not yet,"
I rolled my eyes and told her to pick up the pace.
" Somebody's grumpy," she commented, then she looked at me and gasped , " You're jealous, " she dropped the blanket.
"You're so freaking jealous,"
"No I'm not," I defended my self, " I just don't understand why you'd go and hang out with this guy everyday I mean there's other stuff to do - "
" Like what," she raised her eyebrows, " Hang out with you,"
I stayed silent, maybe I was just a tiny bit jealous, but who can blame me, I mean I was her sister and best friend of 11 years, she couldn't just ditch me for some guy that just moved round the corner, what's up with that !
" We'll always be best friends you idiot, " she locked punched me in my arm and hugged me, " Forever and always," we said simultaneously.

"Yep," he answered, clearly pleased with himself, " It's perfect don't you think?"
It was pretty large, our den was basically just a large area of space shirked with blankets, it was out of the public eye, no one would think to come into it.
" It's eh, I guess,"
"If eh stands for genius I'll take that,"
He smiled at me as we settled down unto the floor - which by the way is covered with bubble wrap.
" So, anything else we need to talk about, you know, before the party?" I asked, Calum was currently pinning up the notes we had gotten so far, from here I had a view of the back of his body, he was wearing black ripped jeans with a RAMONES t-shirt.

" I don't think so," - his hair did suit him, looked pretty good on him actually. Not that I was thinking about it.

Suddenly, I remembered something,
" You know after the funeral, like during the reception, you came up to me and I kind of pushed you away, sorry about that by the way," I cringed.
" No problem," he chuckled, turning back to come over to me and sit on the floor.
" What were you going to say to me?"
"I was actually going to ask if you wanted to hang out, " he explained looking me in the eyes, " I mean Hazel was both of our best friends - maybe you more so, " he paused for a second gesturing at me, the awkwardly rubbing his neck , " Because we're kind of going through the same thing, I thought it would be a good sort of self therapy to talk about it. And also we used to be friends, us two, and I'm not sure what happened, I think that's part of the reason Hazel did this, you know, to being us closer,"

By the time he'd finished speaking I wasn't sure what had happened to me, my face felt hot and I couldn't seem to think straight enough to get legitimate words out, so I ended up just nodding.
After all he said, I just nodded.
" Cool," I added after the nod.

He raised his eyebrows , confused, because any normal functioning human would have been able to realise that my response to the stimulus (what he had just said) did not correlate.
" So," I started in an attempt to move the conversation on, " What time should we meet each other, at the party?"
" Meet each other ?" He asked.
" Yeah," I nodded, confused at what he didn't understand.
He laughed, " I'll pick you up at quarter to nine,"
" It's fine, I can -"
"I'll pick you up," he insisted.
"Okay," I relented, adding, " But pick me at quarter to 10, "
"Amber the party starts at 9:00,"
I rolled my eyes, " Anybody who's somebody knows that you cannot be on time to a party, that's just not cool, you've go to be fashionable late, besides, the party don't start without me,"

Insert hair flip and Bretman Rock "Uhhhhmmmmmm" you know that tongue out noise or Tamar Brixton neck roll and lip smacking bc the party don't start w/o Hazel. What did you lovely people think?? Let me know in the comments below. Lol I'm not on YouTube more like the comments at the side.
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