Taylor pov.
Ever since I saw that girl run from the beach, I just want to talk to her, ask what's wrong, and figure out why she looks familiar...
Next Day...
I woke up, took a shower, and went in my Range Rover for a drive on the beach. I got out of my car and just walked around. I notice it's the same girl who was crying and running away from the beach yesterday. I walked up to her and saw...Isabel? What is she doing here in Los Angeles, California.
Hey Isabel what are you doing here? Uhh...ohhh...hey Taylor just wondering around. Isabel are you okay? Yeah...I'm fine why wouldn't I be. Isabel tell me please. I've been your best friend for so long. I can't it's kind of personal... Please Isabel...I love you. Tay...I...I have to go. Wait what's wrong? Is it something I said?
Isabel ran to her car and I did to. I followed her where she went. I saw a huge house that she went into. I got out of my car and knocked on the house. Isabel opened it and saw me. She started panicking and crying hyperventilating (I don't know how to spell this so don't judge me). I ran over to her and hugged her until she calms down. She calmed down and fell asleep in my arms.
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Broken Friendships
RandomThis story is about these 3 groups of kids who meet each other at a school...and then there are going to be broken promises, broken hearts, or broken friendships? 20 years later...What's going to happen when the whole squad meets again?
