Kayla and Grayson are childhood best friends. They've never seen each other more than that, until high school.
Junior year. That's when the feelings grow stronger than ever. Nothing will ever be the same.
Can childhood best friends become more than...
Thanksgiving Day is today. Dinner with the Dolan family. Even though I've known them for such a long time, I'm nervous.
My mom said no when I first asked her, but after a couple of times, she was finally fine with it. Yes, I feel bad for not spending it with her, but I'm not sorry for not spending it with Lucas' family. They are a lot worse than you think. Everyone hates me, only because I am not his kid. They wanted to convince my mom so send me either to my dad's, or to an orphanage. Now, I think you see why I hate all of them.
I actually went shopping for a dress with Vicky last weekend. I needed something really nice because their relatives are coming too. Did I mention that? I don't think so. I found the perfect dress for tonight. I love it. And Vicky loved it. My mom loved it. Even Michelle said it's nice when she saw it.
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And it goes perfectly with a pair of beige high heels that I borrowed from my mom. Also, I did my own makeup, with a little help from Vicky. We talked over the phone, on FaceTime. She explained to me what to do, and I did it.
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And, surprisingly or not, my lips and my nails match my dress. I am maroon everywhere.
I look at the clock and see it's 5:53 pm. Grayson insisted that he would pick me up at 6 pm. I said I could go with my car, but he wants to come and pick me up because he is a gentleman.
I put my phone and a few other essential little things in a small white purse (A/N: the one from the picture) and check if my bun is still perfectly shaped. And it is. Great.
I grab my beige coat and exit my room, heading downstairs. I walk in the kitchen and see my mom taking the turkey out of the oven. Almost all of Lucas' relatives were here, in our living room, sitting down at the table. I feel bad for leaving my mom alone, but she, unlike me, is liked by all of his family.
“Oh, sweetie, you look beautiful!” she sighed, hugging me carefully.
“Thanks, mom!” I smiled, then broke the hug. “Are you sure you're not sad that I won't be spending the Thanksgiving here?” I asked one more time.
“Yes, I am sure. I know that Lucas' family doesn't like you,” correction, they hate me. “and if you're happy with Grayson, then I'm happy.”
