Fake Friends

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Angel pov

"Come on Tal please!" I begged him.

"Angel you are not doing my makeup!" He said.

"Please! I need a video!" I said while running around in his room.

"Angel-"

"I'll pay you $40." I said looking at him.

He smiled and nods his head. I got my makeup bag and got my camera. I set everything up and hit record

"Hey guys and welcome to my fucked up channel! And today I am doing my best friends makeup. And I know y'all are probably thinking it's a girl. Nope! Y'all are wrong! It's.... TAL!" He came into the camera and waved.

"Ok so first we are going to start with the foundation. And he's really white and I'm just a little tanner then him I got this really white color so it should fit him!" I said with a laugh

He looked at me with a smile. I smiled back. After about an hour I was done and to be honest he looked fine.

"Holy shit! I'm a girl! And I look hot!" He yelled out

I was laughing so hard I couldn't breathe.

"I would date me if this was a real girl! You did good Angel!" He said while getting up and hugged me.

I pulled back and smiled. I payed him and he took it off. I left his house and went to mine. I walked in and ran to my room and just cried. I don't know why but I did. After about an hour of crying I went to sleep.
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I wake up and looked at my phone. It was only 5pm. I got up and took a shower. I did what I had to do and got out. I got dressed and did my hair. I walked out the house and walked down the road. I saw Tal. I was going to say hey but then something made me stop.

"Yeah Angel can be a really big bitch and is really dumb, she did my makeup and I just acted like I wanted it to happen, plus I'm not even her friend! I was like at the beginning we meet but then her boyfriend at the time told me she was rude and that she got raped at 13 and she never told me. I tried to give off hints by not showing up to things or not like talking to her but she's just dumb. I think have to tell her soon or just keep acting! I don't know yet." He said into the phone

I backed away and ran home. I walked in and went to my bathroom I took a long bath. I just kept crying and crying. Then my phone went off. I checked it, it was Tal. I screamed out. It was a text 'hey! Want to come with me out to eat I need to talk.' I rolled my eyes and texted yeah. I got out and put on some sweatpants and a sweatshirt and no make up cuz I know I will be crying. I got in my car and drove to the place. It was a burger place. I walked in and saw him looking nice and worried. I rolled my eyes again and sat down in front of him.

"What you want?" I asked rude.

"Well damn I just wanted to talk." He said.

"Yeah I'm fine with you not being my friend, but faking it and acting like you are my friend is really fucked up." I said with tears in my eyes.

"Where did you hear this?" He asked nervously.

"Oh don't be so dumb! I heard you talking. I was on a walk cuz I did not feel good and I heard you talking on the phone with someone." I said.

"Plus That was really stupid! If you didn't want to be my friend then just say it! Stop acting cuz you know my past with friends and boyfriends. And I told you that I was raped, you fuck up!  You was my only friend and you went and did this!" I broke down. I got up and left (I imagine this in slow motion😂)

I got in my car and cried. After about 10 minuets I started the car. I went home and did what I always did. I cut myself. I washed everything off and went to bed.

I wake up and it's time for school. I looked at the clock and decided not to go. I don't want to talk to Tal at all. I took a shower and just sat down and cried once again.

"I hate boys!" I said to myself.

I got out and got dressed. I got in my car and drove to this one cliff. I can't do this! I got out the car. I looked down to see nothing just rocks and a dirt ground.

"Tal this is cuz of you! I loved you! I had a huge crush on you! But not no more. I won't see you no more!" I yelled out. Then I jumped off. Everything went black...

Part 2?

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