I remember the day Chelsea claimed to
be your girlfriend.
You didn't deny her. Of course you
didn't. You were happy you scored the
head cheerleader that everyone
adored.
I - I was just
Fine.
YOU ARE READING
When We Were Happy?
Short Story"Well I don't want to remember." Not friends, not enemies, just strangers with some memories. ~ Please give this story a try. I'm no professional writer, but I hope you enjoy.
