*Andrew's point of view* (I know, again)
The sign on the house reads the words: Sold. My hard breaks as I call her immediately.
She picks up. "Hey where are you?"
"I'm next to your house."
"No your next to my neighbors house." She says as someone comes behind me and kisses me.
"Oh my god Emily I thought this was your house!!!!'"
"Nope. The guy who lived here sold his house today." She replies.
I nod and help her put her stuff in the car.
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My Childhood Love
Ficção AdolescenteTwo teens were best friends since birth. Will there life split them up?
