The last memory I have with Lauryn is when I had to say goodbye to her. We were stood outside of her house, the removal lorry was parked up, with all of her belongings inside. We were both in tears, not just a few tears, a constant stream of tears.
I must have cried for days after that, I remember my mum trying to come up with ways to cheer me up, unaware of the fact that the only thing that would cheer me up would be if my best friend came back.
Now that she is back, back for good, I'm overjoyed. I never thought I would see her again and now here I am, stood in front of my best friend. Even though she had moved away, I still considered her my best friend, well apart from James of course, but the bond I have with James could never compare to the bond I have with Lauryn.
I clicked back into reality and it registered in my brain that she was actually here.
"LAURYNN!" I screamed out. I had missed her deeply.
"ALISHA OH MY GOD" She was just as happy to see me as I was too see her.
We spoke for a few minutes before we remembered where we were and I decided that it was time to get this party started! James went over to the bar and ordered two rounds of all kinds of different shots. He really does like to party. As I walked over to the group of friends that had gathered near the bar, I recognised another familiar face.
"LIZZIE OH MY GOSH HEY GIRL" I screamed over the music that was blasting out in the club.
"HEY HEY, I CAN'T BELIEVE JAMES MANAGED TO ORGANISE ALL THIS FOR YOU!" Lizzie shouted back, maybe I should ask James to get the music turned down for a little while whilst I say my hellos.
Lizzie looked stunning. Her long brown hair was straightened down her back, she was wearing a backless red play suit, which showed off her legs perfectly and she had paired it with an amazing pair of black thick-heeled pair of sandal like heels.
Tristan, Connor and Bradley even had a shirt and neat black jeans on. Although they obviously couldn't help but wear their usual shoes as Tristan was sporting his leopard print vans, Connor had black converse on and Bradley was sporting a pair of brown desert boots.
In fact, as I began to look around, everyone had made an amazing effort to look great for this little party that James had organised for me. Though, they probably wouldn't look so great by the time the night had ended...
(( I'm so sorry if you think that this chapter is horrendous but I have just written it as best I could whilst I'm on the bus to school. I will try to update as often as I can but I have got a truck full of exams coming up so it might not be possible to update every day. Please comment and vote. Thank you x))
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no strings attached || j.m.
Fiksi PenggemarHis body pressed against mine was enough to set me alight. His fingers in my hair as his lips pressed against my neck. In a stumbling ecstasy I was always going to be his. Even if this was wrong. Even if he was my best friend.
