Chapter Three

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Taylor-Ann's POV

I closed the door to my bedroom behind us, and put my hands on my hips.

  "Now I still would like to know what makes me wonderful"

He sighed "I don't know Annie, you just are. You're an amazing friend to me, even though I've been nothing but trouble to you"

Confusion filed my mind

  "What, trouble? You're not tro-"

He stood up "Tell me Annie, are we best friends?"

I nodded

  "Nooo.you're my best friend, Arabella is yours"

I shook my head "Not at all. You, Marcel, are my best friend"

He looked towards the floor

  "But why?"

  "Why not Marcel?"

I pranced toward him and took hold of his hands as he stared into my eyes "Marcel, you are the best friend I've ever had in my life. Including Sarah"

He blushed and looked at my hands, he knew Sarah, my best friend in 8th grade.

I took my fingers and intertwined them with his and watched his face grow redder

  "Marcel, this year will be great"

He slowly brought his head up

  "You promise?" he said

I nodded "You and me, we're gonna be just fine"

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