Annie pov
I walk out of the restroom with my black dress. I like black. I head down stairs not wondering where Hayden is. I hear a door bell ring and I open it and see my date his name is Luke .
Luke: hello
Annie : hi Luke
Luke: let's go don't want to be late
Annie: oki
I close the door behind me and walk out . While we were in the car Luke tried to kiss me. I push him off but he tired to kiss me again.
Annie : stop it
Luke : be quiet
That it I got of the car we haven't even left and it's already a bad day i walk in. I see Hayden there with a confused look
Hayden: back so soon
Annie : I don't want to talk about it
Hayden: common baby
Annie: *blushes* really teasing again
Hayden: who says am teasing Annie I l....
Annie: ya I know you like me as a friend I got that 3 weeks ago
Hayden: no I like like like you
Annie: wow 3 likes *laughs*
Hayden: am being serious
Annie: ..... oh..ummm I am going to sleep
What are you doing Annie you still like him say something do something react. I was heading towards the stairs when u gave in I turn back and...
Hayden pov
I see Annie coming back towards my general direction. She grands me by my shirt and kiss me it last for 10 sec. Not that am counting but then she released and walk away and went to my room. I follow her up and I see her in bed already acting as if nothing happen.
Hayden: so you still like me
Annie: eh I kinda *blushes*
Hayden: ooh really because that blush say a different story
Annie: of course I still like you it's hard to get over a crush
Hayden: that good because now you mine *comes closer to Annie*
Annie: shut up let's go to sleep
Yes I know it's terrible but hey you finally got what you wanted lol anyways next chapter will have lots of hannie 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜🙃🙃😍😍😘😗😙😚🤐
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Hannie My childhood best friend (on hold)
FanfictionMy name is Annie I been friends with Hayden since we were 5 years old. We did everything together but then I moved in 9th grade. I lost contact with him but am back now it's senior year but Hayden has changed and am going to find out why.
