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I was sitting on my bed looking through my high school yearbook. My eyes slowly fill with tears as I see the people I lost contact with. Before I could let any tears fall my best friend bursts in my room and I quickly get up shoving the book off my bed to the side near the wall.
"D-Dinah knock next time dammit!" I yell as she laughs
"So whatcha hidin over there?" She says curiously as she walks to the bed.
I quickly jump on the bed and pull my blanket over the side. Getting up i walks to her.
"Don't pleaseeee"i whine and push her back.
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A few hours later Dinah brings up something i wish she didn't...Lauren Jauregui. A stupid mistake I got together with.
"Camz, why the hell do you have Lauren's soccer jersey from high school?? and what's this? love letters? " Dinah says as she goes through the boxes on my floor pulling Laurens Jersey and a shoe box of letters i never opened that were from her when she moved.
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(Lauren Jauregui not included with the jersey in the box)
"She left before he coach could give it to her. i have to send it to her...give me the box of letters please.'' I replied in the most subtle voice. Even tho my heart was fucking pounding.
I felt the box land on my bed, letters spilling onto my lap and her scent filling my room. I leaned over grabbing the yearbook and taking out 4 more letters. I carefully pull back the sticky. Once open, a letter, a folded piece of printer paper, and a Polaroid. I open the printer paper and a drawn picture of me is there. Her initials at the bottom in red ink..casual Lauren. She drew me...ME..and she hasn't seen me in what? 6 years?..oh wait, Instagram. I set the drawing down and grab the Polaroid. It's her and jeez she looks good. The letter i open next and her hand writing almost puts me in tears. God i miss her. So fucking much.
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